Sometimes one gets lucky.
Sometimes one works with an actual nurse, other times one works with a potato.
For the last few weeks I've been performing locums as a medical officer in Internal Medicine
Which means I'm at the back of the hospital,in the wards, far away from my beloved emergency unit.
The nurses here are few and far between.
But there are very, many, potatoes.
Everywhere I look:
One Potato,
Two Potato,
Three Potato,
Four.
Tomorrow I am going to bring a bag of potatoes to work, stand at the entrance of the ward, throw the potatoes between the beds, and then try to distinguish between the actual staff, and the mindless starch...
(Which will require an amount of mental agility that I simply do not possess.)
2 comments:
You are what you see.
Well, Russ, then what I am is a dead patient who died as a direct result of nursing incompetence.
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