It's the little things....

I truly do not like emerg work. Occasionally it's fun when you get to put on casts and other procedures, but when you're doing the mundane fever workup or weakness NYD, I count down the minutes until I get home. Tonight was a little more interesting....we had a possible conversion disorder, which the staff tried to decipher by sticking a sterile needle all the way down her legs to make sure she really was numb. She freaked out when she started bleeding in little dots all down her leg. Well I guess she wasn't exactly telling the truth, cause it hurt. I saw a kid who came in with abdo pain and went home with a diagnosis of croup. Apparently also this woman gave birth out in the hallway...ah, what am I talking about. I'm getting bored just writing about this stuff.

Waaaaaah!!! Waaaaaaahh!!

Man, doing pediatric emergency sucks sometime. Why do all the kiddies hate me so much? I can't even approach within 10 feet before they start crying. I can't even bribe with popsicles! And then of course by the time the staff physician sees them they've all tired themselves out and are perfectly calm and complacent.

I do not want to look in a single ear ever again. Or throat.

I am so glad I left when I did tonight. The department was full of "young adults" with various ingestions. A couple of them knew each other. Typical Saturday night. I wonder if they were all at the same party...

On a brighter note, I think I might try and ride along with the paramedics and see some "real" action.