JuniorDr Blog

I m waiting in the surgical mess. Im literally hanging around for a few swab results. So tedious its painful.

V. random , odd few days. Little jobs seem to be cropping up at odd unf. hours.

For example friday at 4.30 (official finishing time is 4.00 here) i happily walked to the medical  ward to see one of my teams patient. Home time finally i thought! :D

To my shock and confusion a "mysterious" surgeon/anaesthetist had prepped our patient wrongly for surgery again (twice in one week). Poor chap had been NBM on a insulin sliding scale all day with his fam nearby glaring .

I looked at the nurses and they looked at me frowning. The official undesputed fresh faced representative of the surgical team. This was going to be a ball game and someone was gona get hit. lol. Duck and hide!

Quickly grabbing the notes , the nursing staff realised no one had written in them. Oh well, no proof no blame.  Mysterious person saved by poor documentation.

Unf. i had the honour of explaining to his fam that the surgery had yet been cancelled and re-arranged for the following week. Fortunately, they had a similar ethnic background to me. So switching tongues, communicating, in the all too familiar language soon got me (and my team) out of trouble. Each culture have their own rule book. If you can communicate using that you might just save yourself a legal battle.

 Lucky for my team, our tongues in total cover 6 cultures:)

Peace.:P