We have a shadowing program in place with the local college.  Pre-meds who are interested in emergency medicine — or who need to buff up their med school applications — show up in the ER from time to time to follow us around.  Since I’m a “young doctor” and relatively easy going they come during my shift a lot which is great except that I hate it.  No offense aspiring doctors but I didn’t go into academics for a reason.  These shadows with their constant presence and questions imploring me to explain every little thing I do while I try to simultaneously run a busy ER make me want to go a little crazy — really I just want to be left alone to do my job.  But I’m too nice (or too much of a wuss) to tell the pre-meds no after they’ve taken the time to show up.  At least this latest guy got the full experience:

8:44pm — Pick up a chart that says “rash.”  The shadow is just a little too super-duper fired up about it.

8:45pm — “Are you really this excited?  Because you don’t have to fake stuff around me you know.”

8:47pm — Looking at the rash when “Code Blue” gets paged overhead.  There is just one doctor in the hospital and it’s me.  ”You’ll have to excuse me,” I tell the little girl and her mom.

8:48pm — Meh.  Codes used to be really exciting but like anything else repetitive they’ve become much more mundane.  Now I’ll be returning to a backed-up chaotic ER. 

8:48pm — I still run to all the codes.  There’s no “code team” where I work so sometimes even basic stuff isn’t being done when I get there.  Plus, running is really the only thing I excel at compared to all the other docs.  

8:48pm — If this was 3rd grade track and field day I’d be getting a hug from the teacher’s aide while the shadow would be getting a “participant” ribbon.

8:49pm — I get to the patient’s room and see he’s already intubated which frees me up to just run the code.  His initial rhythm is asystole.

8:52pm — After some meds and chest compressions we actually manage to get a strong pulse back.

8:53pm — He has one “tenuous” IV according to the nurses so I decide to put a central line in.

8:58pm — I stick the needle under his collarbone and am rewarded with a syringe full of dark red blood.

8:59pm — WUMP…CLANG…CRASH!!!  What the heck was that?

8:59pm — Oh yeah, I forgot about the shadow.  The blood was a little much unfortunately.  He passed out, taking a mayo stand with him.

9:02pm — While I finish putting the line in the nurses put the shadow’s feet up and give him some juice.  He comes to, no worse for the wear.

9:03pm — We retrace our steps to the ER, this time walking.  The shadow feels kinda sheepish, I tell him not to worry about it and give him a soda from the doctor’s lounge.

9:04pm — “Looks like a contact dermatitis,” I tell the little girl and her mom. 

 

Note: that’s two posts in two days.  Take that Nurse K!!  Whew, I’m exhausted.