Stung Once, Twice Bitten, Thrice-

24th February - Yesterday we were all alright with dressings, but today is a market. Everyone keeps on coming, nobody bothers taking queue numbers, nobody bothers sitting, nobody made an appointment, they just kept on coming in like an overflown dam. There were some patients whom are really nasty, the types that shout here and there. Ugh... Of all days... I was right about dancing up and down that today's my half day, but I'm guilty for leaving my friend alone, but she said, "It's okay, just go back home. If I need help, I'll let you know as soon as possible."
All of our doctors are fighting for the treatment rooms, ohhhh, dang it. And one of our doctors got two PRPs and is hogging the room. And one doctor, poor doctor, he's always in a hurry and have no room for his injection. His poor patient ended up in the clinic for a long time, and because I just needed to apply one copper sulphate, my friend took over just as he said, "You're free?" And I answered, "Just." And he said, "Okay, get me a dressing set, local anesthesia, shincort and iodine." Well, my friend did say it's just a normal injection, so I grabbed what's needed, a pair of gloves for precaution and run into his room where the patient is waiting. He was looking up down for his gloves, and I said, "Here, I got these as spares." Whew, he took it and I start preparing the equipment on his table. I didn't had a choice, there's no trolley, and his counter surface is the only place where it's clear. So I got him all his stuff and he jab...at TWO places. Oh Mother of God, please don't let him explode. Well, he didn't. He let me place the gauze there while I run like crazy for a second plaster. Thank God, thank God he wasn't fuming, he just tossed the needle and syringe into my kidney dish and said, "Watch your hands. I put the needle in there." The moment I stepped out, he started shouting at the clinic girl about why there's so many patients without appointments. Uh-oh. I hightail it out of there, refusing to get involved in the drama.
Everybody's sick too. Poor them. The only ones who are not sick were us Three Musketeers and a few clinic girls. Well, the weather is awful, and working in a hospital is a place where you'll most likely get sick, hence why we need annual medical checkups plus good immune system. If you think that's bad, many patients with masks are also piling in. My doctor didn't wear his mask, but he still had sore throat. Poor doctor. I didn't had time to see him cause I was super busy, and for the love of God, both legs of mine are really in pain now. Thank goodness for Voltaren gel, but if this keeps going on, I'm going to have to see him for prescriptions of Acustop plasters. Please no more X-Rays, @.@
I just about had it with a doctor. For goodness sake, he's still going on about the cotton balls. Geez, it's not just our hospital, it's worldwide. Everyone stopped using those fuzzy cotton balls because it sticks onto patient's wounds, and it hurts. Don't believe me, try it. I had seen patients screaming like hell when we pulled those fuzzy cotton from their wound. Outside pharmacy still sell them, so why not try there? Knowing that he had lost the battle, he started taking out all of his stress on me. Okay, enough is enough. From the first time I solo-ed with him, he kept saying I'm slow, no matter how much I prepare smoothly, it's always I'M SLOW. Once upon a time, I might have broken down and refused to assist him, but you know what? Sod it. I'll assist you in your cases and do it right, but not for you, for the patient. Say whatever you want, I'm tired of arguing with people who always think they're right.
This pretty much sums up today.