It’s going to be a long month two long months. Rounds today lasted 6 hours. 6 hours to see 8 patients. No discharges. I didn’t get notes in the chart until 5 pm. I didn’t even have my morning orders written until 5 pm. Oh, and did I mention that I know nothing about my patients…why they’re there, what kind of strokes they had, what kind of interventions, and what kind of work-up they had had. No clue. I looked like an incompetent moron (the intern who’s gorgeous, btw, asked me if I was post-call. He was, and didn’t act it at all), which got worse when my attending started pimping me on differential diagnoses of syndromes that I’ve never heard of. I’ve got families demanding updates on when their loved one is going to be discharged (no clue, sorry), juggling showdowns between dueling services (the neurosurg attending’s opinion of me is even lower, but I don’t care as long as he does something surgery-like), and trying to find social workers and case managers to see if I can’t get somebody home tomorrow. It made for a very, very long day.

But my attending does one of the best neuro exams I’ve ever seen and he’s unbelievably brilliant (and is starting to change my opinion that neuro docs don’t know much about general medicine) and wow, I wanna be just like him.

I’m on call tomorrow, where the chances of me even getting 5 minutes of sleep are pretty slim.

Oh, and I really need a better reflex hammer.

*sets alarm for 5 am*
*crawls into bed*