ladies love chet rockwell

i called my first code blue today. BSL's of 1.1 and running in VF. pretty sure i did the right thing, but boy it's intense, you've got 10 people all asking you different things at the same time, meanwhile, i'm putting in a 16g cannula and trying not to fuck it up. it all kinda worked out in the end, she's still in the ward and alive. hopefully for a while. she'd already had a code blue called in her earlier on, god knows why she was still under our care. what i thought was interesting though was how long (well it seemed like ages) between me going "call a fucking code blue" to it being announced over the PA. maybe it was all in my mind. the irony though, was that 2 hours earlier i was presenting the new diabetic inpatient management guidelines to a bunch of consultants at the professorial meeting, the hypoglycaemic protocol was still in my head. godbless 50mls of 50%. oh and ABC's, they really work. everytime a pt crashes on me, ABC's saves the day.

is it wrong to say i enjoyed it, because i did. working under that sort of pressure with such huge consequences really appeals to me. perhaps i should look at intensive care rotations at some stage as a resident.

anyway, that's my fun for the day. ps salary packaging and overtime rocks.

yatzah

lifes good at the moment. i'm just putting the finishing touches to a 140 hour fortnight and i'm on call again this weekend, but it's not that bad, as i'm actually enjoying the work. things get a bit stupid when you admit 15 patients from the night before, whilst still managing the 30 something we've got on the ward, but it's starting to settle down. i actually had time to go have a coffee the other day and sort out all this salary packaging shit. no tax for baz for the next couple of months.

we've also had our own medstudent, luckily enough a guy from medleys (lou, take a guess who it was). that's been quite fun, despite me not knowing things in 100% detail, it's great to teach the simple stuff and it's amazing what you can remember.

all this time working is taking away from enjoying other shit though, which is pissing me off. for example, i was meant to have a half day today, but instead i was working again, which meant missing dinner with xiang and min. this is something i must work on, as i can see exactly how this job can swallow people. anyway, min.. dinner tommorrow unless i've got to go to some halal place with the crazy iraqi reg. and lou, yeah the longer you leave doing IV's the harder it's going to be. i had 'procedure' anxiety for a couple of days there, but it's all good now. doing 15 resites on the weekend, with a handful and ngt's and idc's really makes you comfortable with it. but yeah, i always still desterilise myself when doing idc's, somethings from semester 8 never change. at least this time the lube doesn't explode all over the patient.

lou: we were driving down to geelong to see henry rollins do a show. however we spent nearly the whole drive trying to think of the word who's definition is the abnormal joining of two endothelial surfaces. so frustrating when both of you know it, but can't think of it. thanks for answering it and letting us both enjoy the rest of the night.

there's a few people i owe some phone calls to. don't worry, they're coming.

those four magic words

after losing my half day thanks to 11 new pt's overnight and the other reg still not accepting pt's, i heard those four magical words that changed my day, not jules the emergency nurse saying 'take me now ryan', but from my consultant saying 'i'll authorise your overtime'. thank fuck.

bombay 305 miles

2 days, 25 hours of work, with the promise of more. so much more. dealing with family meetings, pt's crashing, nurses who hound you for stupid shit and a cunt of a reg in the other unit who refuses to accept pt's becaus he's studying. what a motherfucker. so we've got ~30 something pts, the other unit had 7.

it's busy, but it's good. i'm actually enjoying parts of it immensely and it's good debriefing with everyone. but seriously though, i need some sleep and some time to go pee and eat and drink.

cicatriz

what a day.

woke up, got in the car and went for a drive. that drive ended up being all the way to apollo bay, then somehow we ended up in a plane over the twelve apostles. after a long drive back, i'm home

i rate spontaneity highly

latina simone

how funny, today i got a letter to renew my licence, nothing new there. however, i also got a letter, congratulating me on not getting any demerit points and offering me a 25% discount. haha, what a joke, i'm one of the most idiotic drivers i know, speeding and taking stupid risks.

anyway, off my p plates now. thank fuck. chi, it's up to you now.

it's also been good catching up with a lot of people over the past few days. good luck to those of you that start next week.

the morning after

last couple of weeks have been nice and chill, exactly what i've wanted. got to see people, got to chill with people, got to do nothnig and kick back on my couch, also got some diving and xbox in. the summer of baz, it's all good.

happy new year, for this next year is going to be a bit of a laugh.


oh, the diving wasn't in that pool, just in case you were wondering.

joga

thank god. got confirmation today. it's all good, my life can go back to its state of equilibrium.

it's a level playing field now. well, at least for some.

bienvenidos

i haven't felt so low about life and myself for a while.

it hurts. it hurts like you can't believe. it hurts also because i know it's not my fault but i blame myself anyway. and once again, i've been robbed of something. i always get by, but everything is tainted. even my car, everytime i look at it, it's not "perfect" as it was. it sounds so fucking stupid and petty. but maybe that's just me. petty, but with boyish good looks.

i'll get over it. tonite will help. my friends will help. they always do.

why hip hop sux in '96