7 AM, I'm signing out my 6 overnight admissions to the day resident.
"Where are the prescription lists?" she asks.
"Oh, [the overnight attending] said I didn't need to fill those out, they're in the computer."
The day resident gives me a look.
"He wouldn't have said that."
"Uh, that's what he told me."
"Yeah, right. You're just lazy."
"The forms will take five minutes."
"So do them."
We're on the same level, me and the day resident. She's not my boss. She's not my supervisor. I was just following orders. I don't know why she was yelling at me. I'd been awake all night, I could barely keep my eyes open.
"It's seven in the morning, I'm on my way out."
"Do the prescription lists."
"[The attending] said we didn't need to."
"No he didn't."
So I rolled my eyes, and I did them. Took five minutes per patient. Half an hour in all. I gave them to her as I was walking out.
She gives me a look.
"Yeah, I don't need them."
"That's what I said."