16th August (Saturday) - Sigh, if Fridays are bad enough, wait til Saturdays come.No, it wasn't as bad as Fridays, but it's definitely busy, especially in the morning til noon. For a start, I came early as always, and while the nurses are busy with the usual routine of bed-making. I am stuck to my clerk routine. Grab the files, update the census, update the computer system, not even 8 o' clock and the phone ring. As always, I chirp away like a parrot and it's either Endoscopy calling me for patient labels to print, or fixing up several months later appointment; OT calling for me to get ready patients; the next door ward calling for attendants help. Others will come later, but even so...
Then, the professor came. He's a really good professor in O & G (Obstetrics and Gynaecology) but his temper...well, if he doesn't have much patients, he'll be in a good mood. But when he has many patients, roll out of the way (Wait, it's the same thing with every doctors/professors). He got 6 surgery cases to do so he came early first thing to get all his patients ready. In the midst of all this, the other ward called me and asked whether he's there. I risked a glance at the professor and he's in a really bad mood, grumbling and writing his notes at top speed. So I told the other ward that he's really busy but they said it was urgent and to please get him on the line. Knowing that I'm definitely going to get my head bitten off, I swallowed my fear and :
Me : Erm, excuse me, professor, sir.
Professor : What?! ><
Me : (Panic feeling in heart) There's a phone call for you from the other ward.
Professor : Tell them I'm busy! You all keep interfering with me and I won't be able to finish my work on time! *grumbling to himself and went back to his notes*
Me : I'm really sorry. He's really busy right now. May I take a message?
Few minutes later, I passed a paper with the message scribbled over to a staff nurse, who passed it to him.
Professor : What is it now?!
Staff Nurse : It's the message, Professor.
Professor : *grumbling* Tell them that I'll be around tomorrow at 11.
Staff Nurse : You heard him , girl. Call the other ward and pass the message over.
Me : 11 o'clock, tomorrow. Okay, got it.
*This conversation is edited due to certain confidentiality.
After the professor had gone down to perform his cases, phone calls came ringing and two admissions of his are coming in, also for surgery, bringing the grand total to 8!!! Holy, that's a lot. I saw the OT list and he's working one case of another. Oh my goodness. My dad told me that when surgeons became too old, they don't have the endurance to take so many cases at once. (I'm not being ageist here) Well, all I can say is, poor professor, although all the staff thought I was mad for sympathizing him (They meant it in a good way, not a mean way).
As you should know by now, I worked in a multi-discipline ward, which means it's not Surgical, Medical, Cardiac, Paeds, GIT, O & G, Onco... separate departments, but it's all-in-one. There was baby admitted with a really interesting case: Hyposapdias Chordee. I took the diagnosis in memory and went back to Google search to read up about it. Really interesting, You can try googling it too.
Once the admissions were all up to date, it's back to filing for me. And the occasional tube shooting to the various departments, including the baby's pampers, which I must say, fit just nicely in the capsule tube. Ignore the pretty blue and white cartoon patterns that you see through the tube display. ^^
On a sad note, I thought being a clerk for 2 weeks means I can finally start doing nursing staff, but my senior asked me to check the roster and I found myself still being a clerk. WHY?!!! TT.TT
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