I'm back!

Argh...not much to blog about.

Last week when I was doing kids' anesthesia, a little 5 year old girl woke up in the middle of my case and started screaming. Scared the daylights out of me. I've never had that happen, and she was on more than enough anesthetic so I don't know how on earth she woke up. Anyway, so far she doesn't remember anything. I feel so bad about it. She's already got cancer and I may have now caused her to get PTSD.

I caved this week and ate chips and queso this week (one of my lent sacrifices). Still doing okay on the sweets though.

I was on call last night. An entertaining night. I did anesthesia for a poor guy with a priaprism. (Robyn will like that one). The surgeons drained his penis but it doesn't appear to have worked, so today he was going to have a Quackles Procedure. Just the sound of that makes me laugh. Quackles Procedure. I kept saying it over and over last night.

I didn't go to bed until 4am. My other case was a prisoner who was set to go on trial for murder yesterday so he decided to hoard his medications and take them all at once. Unfortunately, he passed out on his arms and gave himself a bad case of compartment syndrome so he had to have bilateral arm fasciotomies. Sucks to be him. Then again, if he hadn't killed someone, he wouldn't have been in prison, and he would not have wanted to kill himself. So there you go. It's his fault.

I put in a central line in him last night and had a lot of trouble getting it in. When I finally got a look at the chest film, what was supposed to be a right subclavian line crossed over and went all the way into his left subclavian. That was odd. Had to stay up and fix it, which was why I went to bed at 4am. Fortunately, I did not hit his lung.

And the last of my news....I bought some new Merrells tonight. They are chocolate brown suede lined with some kind of wooly-fleece which surrounds my feet in snuggly softness. I'm on call tomorrow and I can't wait to wear them!