ira ira suru koto

Saturday, my ED was flooded by guess what? Footy injuries. 90% of the patients i saw had footy injuries.

Males of all ages ranging from 11 to 46 came in complaining of pain somewhere in their body, all convinced that there is a broken bone somewhere.

Only 1 of them had a fracture.

Men. No matter how old, are still mummy's little boy, needing someone to comfort them and say that it's going to be alright. Wuss.

Yesterday, i treated a very intelligent person who drank more than 15 standard drinks and then decided to head into a spa. He, being severely intoxicated, naturally slipped and fell on the wet tiles and bumped his head. Then comes into my ED complaining of headache, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, unsteadiness on his feet. And because he had a small bump on his head he scored a CT Brain because we couldn't take the chance of it being a intracranial bleed.

There was no pathology detected. I did a CT Brain for a hangover.

I wanted to strangle someone.

On the brighter side, i received a present from one of my patients in thanks for plastering her fractured radius. Although i was kinda hoping that it would be food rather than a stuffed kangaroo, i still appreciate the gesture.

It shows that i'm not the heartless bitch i make myself out to be, sometimes.