Here are a few notes I wish to make about my weekend at the hospital.
SATURDAY
It was a bloody long shift.
My left eye felt sore.
Oh great! I found that the contact lens in my left eye was torn. (no wonder it was sore)
Had to remove it....and worked with one good eye = Headache at the end of the day.
Spent 4 hours searching the entire hospital for a venesection kit. (Mind you, it was the weekend, most depts were closed. So, I phoned one dept to another, before finally, a specialist nurse, who was on-call from home, said she'll come over to the hospital to pass me a few kits).
Acted as a translator. (Just realised that I have not been speaking Chinese for a looonng time...so I had some difficulty finding the correct words to ask the patient).
Temperatures. Patients in the hospital just loved to get a fever, which gave me more work to do.
5 mins before I was meant to finish, a patient went into an epileptic fit. sigh.
SUNDAY
Another long day for me. Arrived the next morning for work and found out that there were 13 admissions into my ward (it was meant to be 6 initially), and 2 from the other ward which I was covering.
WTF?!
A patient "decided" to fall out from her bed....so had to go and make sure she is alright.
Referrals. I was asked by the consultant to refer a few patients to different medical teams.
Noon. Most admissions have arrived, and so, I began to clerk them in.
*gurling noise from my tummy. Hungry + Stress = :(
By about 3 pm, I saw only 4 of the admissions. Still have 11 more to see!!! arrghhh!!!!
A few other things cropped up and needed to be sorted out.
6 pm. Saw another 2 more admissions. And another 9 more to go!! And I'm due to be off my shift at 9 pm.
Sat down for 5 mins to gobble some chocs to increase my depleting energy stores.
I was nearly on the verge of breaking down....just felt I won't be able to finish them all by tonight. But, I managed to calm myself down and continued my work.
9 pm. 5 more patients to see. ("Go sl, you can do this," I whispered to myself).
One patient was not happy that I saw him so late in the night. Sigh.
11 pm. I bumped into my colleague who was covering the wards downstairs. She looked awful and she admitted that she cried earlier on as she has had a rough day.
11.30 pm. With a few pre-op ECGs that need to be done and chasing results, I decided that I should leave the ward, before I missed the last train home, which was at midnite.
0015 hours. Arrived at home. Hungry. Headache. Knackered. Dead as a log.
Could not sleep as the adrenaline was still kicking about in my body. Only managed 3 hours of sleep before I had to get up and leave early for work to complete my unfinished jobs.
hmm....reflecting back on my weekend, I was thinking.....maybe I was being slow in doing the jobs? don't think so...as I think I work quite fast. Maybe I was inefficient? Dunno. All I know is I was so glad that the weekend was over.
SATURDAY
SUNDAY
- Another long day for me. Arrived the next morning for work and found out that there were 13 admissions into my ward (it was meant to be 6 initially), and 2 from the other ward which I was covering.
- WTF?!
- A patient "decided" to fall out from her bed....so had to go and make sure she is alright.
- Referrals. I was asked by the consultant to refer a few patients to different medical teams.
- Noon. Most admissions have arrived, and so, I began to clerk them in.
- *gurling noise from my tummy. Hungry + Stress = :(
- By about 3 pm, I saw only 4 of the admissions. Still have 11 more to see!!! arrghhh!!!!
- A few other things cropped up and needed to be sorted out.
- 6 pm. Saw another 2 more admissions. And another 9 more to go!! And I'm due to be off my shift at 9 pm.
- Sat down for 5 mins to gobble some chocs to increase my depleting energy stores.
- I was nearly on the verge of breaking down....just felt I won't be able to finish them all by tonight. But, I managed to calm myself down and continued my work.
- 9 pm. 5 more patients to see. ("Go sl, you can do this," I whispered to myself).
- One patient was not happy that I saw him so late in the night. Sigh.
- 11 pm. I bumped into my colleague who was covering the wards downstairs. She looked awful and she admitted that she cried earlier on as she has had a rough day.
- 11.30 pm. With a few pre-op ECGs that need to be done and chasing results, I decided that I should leave the ward, before I missed the last train home, which was at midnite.
- 0015 hours. Arrived at home. Hungry. Headache. Knackered. Dead as a log.
- Could not sleep as the adrenaline was still kicking about in my body. Only managed 3 hours of sleep before I had to get up and leave early for work to complete my unfinished jobs.
hmm....reflecting back on my weekend, I was thinking.....maybe I was being slow in doing the jobs? don't think so...as I think I work quite fast. Maybe I was inefficient? Dunno. All I know is I was so glad that the weekend was over.