Let's Just Forget the Last Week, Shall We?
I had the house to myself for the weekend, though working on Saturdays does put a big damper on weekends. I got up early Sunday, repotted a plant, and was just doing dishes while finishing my coffee before going for a walk when I broke a stupid wine glass while washing it and the stem went RIGHT into my hand. This is probably a great time to mention that 1) I faint at the sight of blood, and 2) I was still in my pajamas, and 3) my car is a stick shift. So, I had to call the ambulance, though at least this time I was downstairs. The thing I've noticed about doctors is that they have no idea how gross their profession can be, Necessary? Yes. Fascinating? I'm sure. But if your patient has already told you that she gets very queasy around blood and needs to not see you putting in stitches, for the love of God, do NOT give her a play-by-play of what you are doing. And do NOT then be shocked when the patient's heart rate has dropped from 60 ...