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I actually got a day off today, which I will promptly spend going home, listening to my mom nag at me, and watching my brother play in some orchestra thingie.  Yeah.
Even when I get the opportunity to sleep in late, I end up waking up so early now.  I’m so used to dragging my ass out of bed at 4-5 that 8-9 is now considered late.  What a bloody waste of a good sleep-in-late-opportunity. *Snif*
Anywho, as I was riding the elevator back up to my apartment last night, the elevator stopped on another floor and guess who I saw…none other than Mr. Andy Mar himself, carrying a bottle of sprite.  I didn’t want to monopolize his time away from the friend he was visiting, but ain’t that the biggest coincidence you ever saw?  I was so dumbfounded that I don’t think I got anything meaningful out before I got out on the next floor. 
Other items on the agenda.  Cowboys will own the Giants tomorrow.  AOE3 this tuesday…be there or be square.
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I had one of those days today, where everything I did was probably the worst thing I could possibly do.
One of my patients developed some kind of an angioedematous allergic reaction, which was promptly blamed on a single dose of a pain medication I authorized.  The subsequent treatment proved traumatic to the patient who could not tolerate the tachycardic swings of epinephrine.  The end result being that what was supposed to be a routine, easy as pie, post-op discharge now has been dragged out into a prolonged mess.  And of course, it’s all my fault.
And the crappy part was…that was just *one* of my patients.
All I can do is shrug my shoulders, and call it "one of those days".  As I think about it, it seems that the whole of my training has boiled down to one simple concept: how to not get yelled at.  Everything I do, and I do mean EVERYTHING, has the ultimate goal of minimizing "yellage", and even when I don’t think I’m really wrong, the drive to avoid "yellage" is so incredibly potent that it’s practically reflexive. Do you think I’m going to think twice when I get a call in the middle of the night about a patient in severe pain?  You betcha…I would rather the patient stay in pain than I get in trouble. It’s much safer that way. For me AND for the patient.

Pretty messed up you say?  Damn right it is.
And damn sad too.

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Betcha didn’t expect that one *wink**wink*.

I kept getting those annoying "Andy has updated his friendster blog" emails and lost all willpower to delete them.  It seems for every one i delete, 10 more spring up to take its place!  Sorry Senior Mar, nothing to do with your actual blog, just the torrential email updates about your updating the blog.  Who knew, that Andy would actually stick to something!
Anywho, i think i’ll join the fun and annoy others with my blog updates, but knowing me, I’ll probably get bored quickly and nobody will ever hear from me again.