The other day, I walked into the main charting area and smelled pizza. This worried me, as food odors in the emergency department are, more often than not, early wafts of the aroma of vomit. A nurse must have seen my raised eyebrow: "Transfer pizza," she said.
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Posted on February 26, 2007 9:11 AM • 2 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
Yesterday, the hospital asked me the question I've been waiting for all my adult life: "Dr. Signout, will you marry me?"
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Posted on February 15, 2007 8:04 PM • 4 Comments • 0 TrackBacks
My job at the SPOH is to put up and shut up, and when I see so much dysfunction around me, that's a very hard thing to do.
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Posted on September 24, 2006 10:14 PM • 0 Comments • 0 TrackBacks