I receive hundreds of very large, fascinating texts from a friend who works in the medical profession. I have decided to upload some of these texts here. Yes, they are ALL text messages.
Monday, February 14, 2011
I've been trying so hard to not to spew all morning, I'm taking an early lunch just to sit down. Maybe I could get a bucket behind the scanner n periodically pretend to be checking on something? Its because I rushed; multi vit plus 500ml energy drink at the same time as a chocolate milk popper = bad. So busy. Just tissued 200cc's under pressure into a young girls arm. Had to give another 100cc to finish the scan in the other arm, so her kidneys will be happy. Came in for a day procedure, found uterus cancer. Good day for her, good day all round. Did a pulmonary angio on a patient with a creat of 155 and gfre at 34. Called his dr who ok'd it by phone, which is cool. But now its my name on the referral n if he goes into renal failure all the doc has to say is 'I got not a phone call' and its all me. Just like me signing for the prednisone at half dose, ordered by a dr, just cause i administered it. I think that's my job, to be here to take the fall if something happens. I'm essentially a permanent fall guy. I bet medical insurance company's pay my wage.
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