Night float recap: things you would never dream of calling a doctor about if you were at home, in bed, suddenly become things that require a doctor's attention at 4:30 in the morning. I made my rounds at midnight every night, told the nurses to page me if anything important came up but otherwise I was going to try and get some sleep. And, sure, if a patient needs me, great, page me, I'll be there. But over the two weeks, I was called with the following urgent middle-of-the-night issues:
-- "a little bit of heartburn"
-- "thinks he's well enough that he doesn't need to take any more antibiotics"
-- "wants to know if he's allowed to use the toilet"
-- "would like physical therapy in the morning"
-- "needs a sleeping pill, or just more quiet in his room"
-- "doesn't like his roommate"
-- "wants to know what time the doctor will be coming in the morning"
-- "thinks his son took his socks home"
-- "would like ginger ale"
-- "had a dream the nurses were doing something bad to him"
Ah, night float... I will miss you...