Oh, the Irony

When I first started working as a doctor in January of this year, I prepared myself mentally, emotionally and physically to be yelled at, and berated by my senior colleagues.

Haha, I know, that sounds horrible! Of course, I didn’t expect it to happen all the time, but after hearing some nasty horror stories, I would rather anticipate it than be taken by surprise. With that being said, I’m happy to say I’m approaching the end of my 8th month of employment and that still has not happened.

However, I have been yelled at. It was loud, terrifying, awkward, and made me feel like I had done something terribly wrong.

It happened during my first weekend shift at the beginning of the year. I was on Medicine, working ward call. I had just finished ward rounds with the consultant and met up with my colleague to see what other jobs needed to be completed. She asked if I could check in on a patient that she was just notified had gone into complete heart block. A precarious situation, I immediately went to see the patient. On the way, I was stopped by the nurse and given his latest ECG – he was back in 2nd degree heart block, no longer complete heart block.

The curtains around the patient’s bed were drawn and there were visitors behind the curtain. I could hear talking but could not make out what was being said. The health of the patient above all else, I excused myself and entered behind the curtain. I said hello, introduced myself to the patient and his 3 visitors, including his wife. I explained we had received a call from cardiology that his heart had gone into an abnormal rhythm and wanted to make sure that he wasn’t experiencing any symptoms of shortness of breath or chest pain. After a brief talk and examination, I was happy that the patient was clinically stable and apologised for the interruption. I told the patient that I would now go familiarise myself with his chart and have a chat with the senior and let him know if there was anything else that needed to be done. The patient and his wife said thank you and I excused myself.

As I reached the hallway, I heard a very angry, “Excuse me!” I turned around to have one of the patient’s visitors towering over me, 15cm from my face, who proceeded to yell at me at the top of his lungs, “Do you know how rude it is to interrupt a minister in the middle of praying?! How dare you! You should be ashamed of yourself!” Before I could apologise (again) for interrupting and explain that it was necessary for the safety of the patient, he stalked off.

I was shaking. Not because I was hurt, but because I was furious. How is it possible that an adult cannot treat another adult with respect and communicate more calmly?

Being yelled at, for the first time in my (short) career, by a Christian minister – OH THE IRONY. He who should practice what he preaches.

A few minutes later, I returned to see the patient, his family, and more importantly, the minister. Despite the fact that I stood by my actions, I wanted to apologise again if they felt I was rude. The minister was not there and the patient and his wife looked mortified. Both she and her husband apologised profusely for the minister’s behaviour. They said it was appalling and that they were so embarrassed. They agreed with my actions and thanked me for putting the patient first. I thanked them for their understanding.

And that, is the story of my first experience being yelled at as a doctor.

Photo #234: A Little Piece of Heaven

October 19, 2012

Books galore! I could spend all day here at Bent Books in West End. I have also long decided that one day, I will have my own library. It will be a large and haphazard collection containing:

  • Many medical textbooks at the rate I’m amassing them
  • Novels by my favourite authors
  • Books on my favourite topics
  • Stories that were a part of my childhood that I will introduce to my kids, and more!

She can put a smile on your face: Atong

My dearest chocolate friend, Atong, never fails puts a smile on my face.

If you’re lucky, you know her personally. But even if you don’t, I hope sharing this story will make you laugh too!

She’s currently in New Orleans and obviously having a blast. Sent the girls the following update yesterday:

Ladies, I cried in a restaurant last night. Lol. No joke. Tears came out of my ducts and rolled onto my face. Then I stole a goblet. My food was so good that I actually cried. No joke. I cried in the middle of the restaurant. I then stole the cup (it’s actually a goblet – it’s huge!). Actually, when I say ‘stole’ what I actually did was call the waitress over and ask her how she felt about me taking the goblet. She said she didn’t see anything and then helped me hide it. I love this place.

I went for a jog outside this morning. First of all, it’s hot. Second of all, the boys are so nice. I’ve been called a ‘pretty young thang’ so many times that I’ve lost count. Lol. I’m not coming back to Ottawa. There’s nothing there for me.

I’m just going to find my first husband in the next few days and just lock him down. This is the new me. Get used to it.

Things to note: She cried over food and she plans to find her first husband. Haha

She then added:

I had deep fried shrimp wrapped in crab stuffing. Sooooooo good. Sandra, if you do your rotations here, I will visit ALL THE TIME. The weather is gorgeous. The only downside is that I didn’t bring my booty shorts. Sad face.

I stole the goblet because it’s huge! It’s the equivalent of 3 drinks. It’s magnificent. I’m going to drink every thing out of it. Coffee, cocktails, beer. I might even put soup in it.

I miss this girl! 😉