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Some time ago a particular doctor with a proclivity for petulance sat down next to me at the only available computer during a busy morning. I was reading my strips and had calipers in hand when he turned to stare.
I finished my stack and turned to meet his gaze- with a smile, of course. He raised an eyebrow and said dryly, “Calipers? I’m impressed” before turning away.
It made me laugh (inside), and later I shared it with Debbie/Former Preceptor who then shared with me that this particular doctor had shown in the past a proclivity for persons of the female persuasion – the younger the nurse the better. “Be careful,” she teased.
Last week I walked into the station, and the ward clerk motioned to the phone. A doctor was on hold. For who? A consult on one of my patients. I grabbed the chart and scanned the latest order as I picked up the phone.
It was our favorite grouch on call for the cardiologist consulted. He wasn’t happy to get the consult.
“When was the consult ordered?”
I glanced back at the chart. No time stamp by the doctor, just that of the ward clerk when she put in the orders at 12:30p. It was now five after one. And Chuckles was upset that he wasn’t told about the consult when he had been at the station earlier. Never mind that he had made rounds before the attending.
” You couldn’t tell me while I was there? What? Too busy ordering lunch?”
What? Too busy being an ass? “The order was made after you came by. And no one here has been able to stop long enough to eat.”
Dear me. And I thought we had something special.