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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

One of my patients-- drug addict, alcoholic, smoker-- wanted to know if he could see a nutritionist. "Sure, but a balanced diet is the least of your problems, sir." "I'm not worried about that other stuff." "Well, you should be."

I've been trying very hard each morning not to be the last one there to let the night floats sign my patients back out to me. I know from my night float experience, it sucks to be waiting on someone at 7:10, 7:15, 7:20. I've been doing well at getting there at 7. Okay, 7:03. 7:05 this morning, but that was a toaster-related exception. I forgot to turn it on to make my Pop Tart. I know they're not healthy, but I like Pop Tarts. Not every day, but sometimes.

I had my clinic today. One of the patients came back to see me for a second time. Apparently asked for me by name when making her appointment. So that was nice. Unfortunately her issue was that she had a rash on her genitals, so it wasn't a very enjoyable visit.

We have another patient, hardly talking, been in bed for weeks, and my resident and I had to do a breast exam on her. So we basically molested a comatose woman in her bed. She moaned, sort of. It was creepy. Very uncomfortable.

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