First it started off with the Worst Taxi Cab Driver EVER. I got in the cab, told him where to go, and then gave him an fyi that I only had $3 in cash so would need to pay with credit card, and if he didn't mind, could I get a time-stamped receipt so I could get reimbused by the med school? I then found myself stranded on the side of the road, late for work and trying to hail another cab at 5:30 in the morning, on a deserted Lake Shore Drive. The kicker is, he demanded my $3 before tearing off into the sunrise. Thanks sir, thanks.
On morning rounds, while I was giving him a sticker, my 5 year old patient decided it would be funny to BITE MY FINGER. Har har har.
During conference, I accidentally fell asleep and whip-lashed into my attending who was sitting in front of me..
Then, later that day, in the OR, I started to feel sick to my stomach. And before I knew it, I had to hurl.
ME
Um, I need to scrub out...
RESIDENT
But you're retracting!
ME
I have to throw up.
RESIDENT
Oh. Sigh. Okay then. You can't hold it?
ME
Uhhh... [vomits into mask] I guess not.
RESIDENT
Oh my goodness, yeah go scrub out.
[after the surgery is done, he finds me in the post-op area, with my head between my knees]
RESIDENT
You okay?
ME
No, I don't feel so good. I'm really dizzy and nauseous.
RESIDENT
Uh. Hm. What to do...
ME
I really want to go home.
RESIDENT
Well, why don't you just go lie down in the call room for now? You'll be fine in an hour or so.
ME
I really rather go home.
RESIDENT
Oh, okay. You're going to miss sign-out though.
ME
Oh darn.
Except I didn't say that last line. Even though I really wanted to.
I am so happy surgery is ending in T-2 days. Seriously, these people are a breed of their own.
