Sigh.... joints and muscles I wasn't even aware I had have been aching for ages. I have been working the night on 6 of the last 9 days. Of course, this is after working the day shift as well. Even Darling got tired of me coming home well after 10pm, but to be honest, on most occasions I chose to stay back... I couldn't leave the ward until I was sure that X's BP was stable and Y was out of pain, and Z had stopped vomiting blood.
I'm not a saint. I did it not for the love of humankind. X is 90 years old and is in absolute suffering with a dozen medical problems that will push him to the grave sooner rather than later. Y had crashed his bike while drunk, killing someone, and Z is a wife-beating drunkard.
Ideally, I should not care less. Yet they are my patients, under my care, in my ward. They are my responsibility. It would be wrong if because of a lack of something on my part, someone should die a little sooner or that someone else spend a sleepless night due to pain.
This is my job. It is my responsibility and it's not a very comfortable one. It's a horrible feeling to come in the morning and realise that someone has had unnecessary pain because the morphine had been prescribed 8 hourly instead of 6 hourly. Lapses do happen, because in spite of everything, I am human, and I'm just an intern. And when they do happen, I am so very very sorry.
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Achy muscles suck.
It's also that time of the month.
Since panadine is the strongest painkiller I use, drug-relief is minimal. What I really need is a hot bath and a good foot rub. I shall have to settle for a cold shower.
I've got lots of comments to reply to... thanks to all who took the trouble, your input is appreciated. Will update when less crazy-busy.
Work again tomorrow. Tomorrow's a new day - a new week.
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