PTR's guide to five weeks of night shifts

Week 1: you hate the nurses.  All nurses are blundering dolts who exist purely to waste your time and mislead you.

Week 2: you hate the home medical teams.  All doctors are inscrutable scribbling fence-sitters, refusing to actively manage their patients until forced to by multiple emergency calls to intensive care overnight.

Week 3: you hate the patients.  All patients are demented, stinking, crumbly bags of blood and faeces just waiting to crash out of bed the moment you settle down for a rest.

Week 4: you hate your family, innocent passers-by, Mother Theresa.  Humanity is doomed, and deaf to your plaintive cries to save itself.

Week 5: you hate yourself and yourself only.  Just do what it takes to get through the next hour, day, week.  The end is in sight, or it would be if it wasn't for this darkness.

You're only a day away

The days of the week are, of course, illusions.  We usually aren't aware of this though because they are so ubiquitously subscribed to.  Somehow, somewhen, someone bullied everyone else into agreeing that this day, so indistinguishable from every other day, was in fact special and different, and should have a name.  And, weirdly enough, it would come back again in another seven days, just the same.  Think about it, it's a freak show.

No, I am not stoned.

It's just that working shifts for the first time in my life has torn the veil from my eyes, swept back the hoary eyebrows of familiarity, and shown me the truth.  It's made of people!!!!  Or something like that.

In my last position I was working a lot of Saturdays.  And on the Saturdays I wasn't working, I was working Sunday.  So Sunday kind of ceased to exist for me.  My week would start conventionally enough on a Monday, then go Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, then one extra day of work.  The Day That Dares Not Speak Its Name.

Being a programmer in the past, I was tempted to call it Friday++.  But that doesn't convey the full blackness of having to work that sixth day.  So instead I call it Double Scorpion.  Then the day after, that everyone else is calling Sunday, is my virtual Saturday.  If I had to work then too it would be Triple Scorpion.  This is when things get crazy, because the Monday after would be actually be Quadruple Scorpion for me, escalating all the way to Octuple Scorpion by your Friday and then Nonuple Scorpion when it should simply be my Double Scorpion on your Saturday.  That's only happened to me once, and it wasn't really that bad because the first Double Scorpion was only two hours work in the morning.  But that's the situation when you work a lot of overtime.

Shift work is different.  I'm now on my fifth consecutive day of work today, so it's virtual Friday.  (Not actually at work right now because my day starts at 11pm, but it's rostered for today.)  And this is my longest stretch of consecutive days for the next 2 months.  So this will be my only virtual Friday, and there will be not a single Double Scorpion for me.  Whoo!

Because my working week is broken up into little 3 or 4 day chunks, it means I'm frequently resetting the clock back to virtual Saturday, totally out of sync with the rest of the world.  When I started this placement it was (actual) Wednesday, but I had two days off, so for me it was virtual Saturday/Sunday.  Then I had three days of work, so it was virtual Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday.

Then I had four days off.  The first two days were virtual Saturday/Sunday.  But then the next two - what were they?  What happened is that at 11:59pm on virtual Sunday, the previous day was retconned to virtual Good Friday, and things proceeded from there to virtual Holy Saturday, virtual Easter, and virtual Easter Monday.  It was incredible! 

The practical effect of this is that for the next little while almost all my days are virtual Saturday/Sunday/Monday/Tuesday, with a few virtual Good Fridays and virtual Wednesdays thrown in.  A couple of virtual Thursdays, no more virtual Fridays.  It's amazing!  The only disadvantage is that my Smaller Half is also doing shift work but on a totally different schedule to me.  So right now I'm virtual Friday, she's virtual Tuesday, which coincidentally is also actual Tuesday.  But on Wednsday we're both on virtual Saturday which will be nice, although I'll be asleep for most of it, having worked all night, so it'll be more like virtual Friday night for me.

Still, it was worse beforehand.  The one time I had a Triple Scorpion, she was on her 5th day off because she was only working 2.5 days per week.  I don't even know what the 5th day off is.  It's unprecedented in my experience.  I guess if you went to a Twelve Days Of Christmas naming scheme you could call it Gold Rings.  I like the sound of that. 

Of course, this all goes out the window in August when I start a 7-on, 7-off roster.  So it'll be virtual Monday on Wednesday through to Triple Scorpion on Tuesday, then virtual Good Friday right through to Swans-a-swimming, then back to virtual Monday again.

I think it could catch on and be the next big thing.

Bored on a wire

Internship is all about balance.  People will give you all sorts of garbage advice about work/life balance.  It's garbage because it's impossible.  Work wins.  Life loses.  The end.

No, the balance I am talking about is the balance of how you spend your time at work.  At various times you are working for the patients, and at other times you are working for the consultant (the big boss).  Very occasionally you are working for yourself, such as when you go and get a cup of coffee or sneak off to open your bowels.  Refer to my previous comments about work vs life.  Pooping is life and is to be savoured as it arises.

So anyway, I was talking about patients vs consultants.  This is something I struggle with.  I tend to get caught up in spending lots of time talking to patients and their families.  Nobody else but the intern bothers to take the time to explain what the test results are, what they mean, what the prognosis is, what else might happen, whether or not this is all someone's fault or not, and in as much plain English as can be mustered.

I tend to spend a fair bit of time on this because:

1. Ostensibly it's what the hospital is there for.
2. I feel sorry for these people that Life has dealt a bad hand too and I want to help them out.
3. When I do it, they always say really nice things to me later on when they leave hospital about what a great doctor I am.

So it's a mix of idealism and rampaging ego that motivates me.

Unfortunately, spending my time working for patients means that every now and then my consultant misses out.  Such as the other day when I was busy explaining to my patient's family what was going to happen now that we'd discovered that a lot of bad shit was going down with him.  It meant that I was 5 minutes late to a drug rep talk about some new drug that does the same thing as some existing drug except it costs more.  It had been arranged by my consultant and clearly his dignity was bruised that I hadn't prioritised it above all else.  I could tell this because he said to me, "If you can't be bothered turning up to education sessions you can get the fuck off my ward."

You know, the more I think about it, the more I think I've got the balance just about right.

Hyper-tension

Aah.  Today I got home at 6pm.  There's a small pile of late discharge summaries on my desk (the things we send out to the GPs telling them all the terrible screw-ups we made in hospital) but I have a new registrar arriving tomorrow so I seized the opportunity to be slack and took off.  My old registrar called me at about 5.45 asking me where I was and I was delighted to tell him that I was gone, all the patients were stable, and there were no new issues, goodbye and good luck.


I realized today that the suckiest thing about my job right now is not my job.  I actually kind of enjoy my job.  It's satisfying in that way that looking at a big pile of blood clots that someone has just pooped out can be.

No, the suckiest thing about my job is that when I get home it takes me about 4 hours to unwind.  I can't stop replaying the day in my head, wondering if I did this or that right, wondering what I forgot to do, trying to remember the detail of some x-ray or sputum culture in case I get asked about it the next day, trying to make sense of what's happening to me via the medium of sick people.  It makes me so tense that I lose my appetite and can't eat dinner, and I find talking to my Smaller Half and the Hatchling really hard.

I can usually stop this just before I go to bed.  Then I sleep (or not) and wake up tense again because I know that I have to go in for the ward round, which always brings a new shovel full of surprises.  So I can't eat breakfast much because I'm freaking out again.  As for lunch - ha!  The El Dorado of meals.  Much discussed, never seen.

I'm pretty sure that I've already lost about 5kg, especially when you factor in the brutal gastro that I caught in the first week on the ward.

So basically what I'm saying is that I've developed some kind of panic disorder precipitated by work.  From what I can gather, everyone does in this business when they first start.  It's just that people don't admit it.

Bee

 Oh. So. Tired.

Did another 13 hour cover shift yesterday (Sunday) and was busy busy the whole time.  Nothing too scary or deadly but it was exhausting.  It's a bit horrifying to realize that it's Monday and I feel like it's Friday.

The highlight of the shift was getting paged to go to a distant ward.  I walked in and the faces of the nurses behind the desk lit up like it was Christmas.  "Here's the doctor", they said, "He can help!"

At that moment I felt so proud.  The doctor is here to save the day.  "What seems to be the problem?", I asked in my most nonchalant manner, as if I've been doing this for years rather than two weeks.

They looked at each other eagerly, then turned back to me and asked, "How do you spell abscess?"

Telemedicine

On Thursday I was sitting in the ICU playing phone tag with my registrar and the cardiology registrar regarding one of my patients when my mobile rang:

PTR
Hello?

Caller
Hi, this is Kathy, could you please re-send that order for the iron infusion?  It's gone missing in pharmacy.

PTR
What?

Caller
The iron infusion for Mr Gibson.

PTR
[Desperately flipping through my patient list looking for a Mr Gibson and freaking out because I know nothing about him...]
Mr Gibson?  Where is he?

Caller
He's gone back to Caloundra.

PTR
Caloundra? I'm in Adelaide.

Caller
Is that Dr Hamface?

PTR
No, sorry, you have the wrong number.

My week so far

On Monday I kept telling myself that I just have to get through this year.
On Tuesday I kept telling myself that I just have to get through this rotation.
On Wednesday I kept telling myself that I just have to get through this week.
On Thursday I accidentally went to a nude beach.
Yesterday I kept telling myself that I just have to get through the day.
This morning I am telling myself that I just want to go back to bed.

Status idioticus

Thanks for your supportive comments to my previous post.  Since then things have improved a billion percent plus or minus 999,999,999 or so.  I'd like to think that it's because I am a winner, but that's only partially so.  Sadly, I still haven't managed to have any Vitamin C(ricket) but life can't be perfect.

Monday was not good.  I was there for 12 hours straight, didn't get to eat anything, didn't get to drink anything, if I hadn't been running around like a madman you'd have thought I was fasting for surgery myself.  Perhaps I'd be more productive if I wheeled a drip-stand around with me, with cool refreshing sea-water flowing into my veins, and a nice fat urinary catheter to cut out those pesky bathroom stops.

Things got off to a poor start when the Hatchling woke umpteen times the previous night.  I then managed to somehow miss half of the plans during the round and never quite caught up.  It didn't help that my RMO (the person between me and the Registrar, who is the person between the RMO and the consultant, who is the Big Boss) is away this week and there's no reliever so I'm kind of flying blind.

I failed to arrange some urgent consultations from cardiology and anaesthetics to prep a patient for surgery on Wednesday (today) because I simply couldn't get anyone to return my pages.  Either that or I wasn't in one place long enough to actually take a phone call.

Then the consultant surgeon came and asked me some questions about my patients and it turned out I had no idea about them because again I sleep-walked (slept-walk?) through the round, so he deservedly rebuked me for that.

Then I had two code blues (dramatic emergency for crashing patients) in 4 hours plus another patient started having massive rectal bleeding so I had to quickly arrange a whole bunch of stuff that I previously had no idea about.  And because of that, I fell further behind and the consults never got done and as I was sitting at my desk at 8pm scribbling out blood forms for the following day my Registrar came in and revved me about needing to get my shit together.

So I went home and the Hatchling was screeching because she hadn't eaten and was sick and was driving my Smaller Half bonkers because she's been just as busy as me and by bedtime I was pretty much ready to run away and join the circus until I realized that I already lived there.

Tuesday was better though and today was better again.  Here's some tips for new interns on how to make it so:

1. Get a student to write the notes.  Concentrate on trying to figure out what the plan actually is.
2. Review your patients yourself.  For surgical patients you need to listen to breathing, check IVT/fluid balance, check calves for DVTs, check the surgical wound is clean and ensure that they have correct anticoagulation.  This will put a cap on how much of an idiot you look like when the consultant starts quizzing you.
3. When your registrar starts flinging around multiple, ambiguous or conflicting instructions, make him clarify himself (or indeed herself).  He may in fact get annoyed that you "waste his time" by doing this, but if you don't you'll regret.  This is no time to be meek.
4. Page people once.  Give them 5 minutes to answer, then go through Switchboard to call their mobile.  Why we have a paging system when I am the only person who seems to actually use it is beyond me.
5. DO NOT LOSE YOUR PATIENT LIST WITH YOUR JOBS WRITTEN ON IT.  Seriously.
6. Ask for help within a few seconds of getting baffled or confused or being unable to find something or not knowing how to do something.  Sure, you might look silly, but at least you'll be able to go home at a sensible hour.  This is no time to be proud.
7. Write down everything you do in the notes.  Writing it down often makes you remember what else you should be doing as well.  Which may well make you yoyo back and forth between the patient and the notes, but hey, what's the alternative.  This is no time to be super-organized and work hard through med school so you know what you're doing.  It's too late for that shit.
8. Drink lots of water.  Do not eat the junk food in the office.
9. Stand up straight.  Sniff the morning breeze.
10. Be strong.  Be energetic.  Be determined.  Know yourself.  Be the ball.  Keep left.  Buy low.  Sell high.  Take the All-Bran Challenge.  Squeal like a pig.  Something's gotta work!

I just wanted to say good luck, and we're all counting on you.

Low

Someone commented recently that I hadn't been posting much, and then posted a link to a blog about Antarctica.  Well, Antarctica sounds pretty good right about now.

Never in my life have I felt so disorganized, so incompetent, so useless, so tired, and so over my new job which I just spent the last 4 years "preparing" for.  Time to get some rest and go back and do it all over again tomorrow, hopefully slightly less ineptly than today.