While reading this interesting piece on body type and body motion correlating with sexual orientation , I found this hilarious website as an ad: IsMyBabyGay.com . Just make your baby lick a piece of paper you print out on your own printer, send it in the mail, and for just $20.00 you can find out if your baby is gay or not! What a steal!
(And there’s a 150% money-back guarantee if they’re wrong!)
Well, that was much better than last time . I went into call with one patient, came out of call with… one patient. Our team went into call with 7 patients, and came out with… 6 patients.
Thank you, gods of call. (And I got most of my ERAS application done wasting my beautiful Saturday away in the hospital!) Now just that damn personal statement.
Pronounced my first patient just now. The hospice unit called down to our team room, so my resident and I put on our white coats, buttoned them up to look presentable, and headed upstairs.
Luckily there was no family in the room–I’m sure it would have been much more uncomfortable if there had been. Felt the patient: warm; checked for a pulse: none; saw no reaction of the pupils to light. It was very strange, putting a stethoscope to a warm, lifeless chest wall. You’re so used to hearing the rhythmic whooshing of the breath sounds or the lub-dub of the heart that it’s a little un-nerving when there’s nothing there. I moved my stethoscope to a few other places– wait, did I hear something? –but there was simply nothing there.
After a quick confirmation by the resident, we turned turned around to the nurse, looking at the clock on the wall. “Okay, we’ll call it Eight Thirty-Seven. Thanks.”