Monday, July 9, 2007

Man hell

I'm on call tonight. I've been in the hospital since 5:30 this morning and I leave tomorrow around noon. Right now, I'm trudging through a swamp of testosterone. All the residents and all the students are men--asshole men.

Right now, they're having a pissing contest on the ping pong table in the other room. One has so much gel in this hair, he's having a hard time holding up his head. They've eaten almost every scrap of food in the on-call fridge. I'll be working another 14 hours on those two pieces of string cheese they left me. They aren't charming, or funny, or even all that brilliant. Gel Master caught me helping another resident cast a leg and said, "Tell ortho to get his own student." He didn't have anything for me to do. He just didn't want to farm out his bitch.

I'm on call in man hell.


emmapeelDallas said...

I've worked with my share of those guys, so you have my sympathy.


Anonymous said...

In your case, all men are bastards. And I never say that.
Hang in there hun.

Sassy Sundry said...

Somehow I knew it wasn't like Grey's. Hang in there.

dive said...

We can be such charmers at times T.
Remember, balls are there for kicking.

Cheryl said...

At the least? You'll have some great stories to share with us.

Here's wishing you a ton of patience! Good luck.

Carrie said...

I can see where it sucks to work with some boys but others aren't so bad.

Susanlee said...

You should "accidentally" get his hair wet.

ryan said...

wow. vomit now
that sounds awful
i say fight one of them

Mme Benaut said...

The long hours are bad enough without the boys leaving you with no food and hair gel - yuk! Reminds me of that movie "Something about Mary". Perhaps you should ask Mr. Gel if he has seen it? He might get the message.
I really don't understand why young doctors are required to work such inhuman hours. I thought I was badly off during Parliamentary sittings - usually a 7.45 am start and finishing when Parliament rose at 11.00 pm but occasionally 2.00 am next morning or on one occasion at 4.00 am. Travelling overseas with the Foreign Minister was another thing altogether - once I flew from Canberra to Brisbane to Port Moresby to Singapore and then to London in one burst - then after arriving in London, had to go out to the country all day and on arriving back in London, attend a cocktail party at Australia House for all of the European Heads of Mission (in my jeans!). That was one very, very long day!! But then, it was hardly a regular event like you have to endure. I hope that the patients are sweet at least! Take care little one. xxx Mme

CS said...

Yigh. Sounds like a grit your teeth and get through it situation. Hopefully the next set of guys you work with will be better.

Maria said...

Oh, sweetie. Been there. And, I wish so badly that I could tell you that it gets better soon. It won't, for awhile.

My mantra was always "One day, I'll never be hungry again." It made me go all Scarlett O'Hara. And, yes, you will find that the biggest losers are the men. Sidestep them when you can, otherwise, force yourself to remain calm.

And, T? Sleep whenever you can. It is just barbaric what they expect of you now. But, seriously, even if you are all tangled and jangled, make yourself lay down as soon as you get downtime. And you will either want it desperately (usually right smack dab in the middle of an important procedure) or want to fight it. Don't ever fight it.

Raise your fist up. I am officially passing my mantra off to you...

Terroni said...

I appreciate the sympathy, Judi.
xoxo Kate
No...sadly not like Grey's, Sassy.
Carrie, you're right...others are not so bad :>
Thanks for the reminder, Dive.
CS, I'm hoping.
Susan, you're deliciously evil.
Ryan, I'm sooo glad to see you again! Oh how I've missed you.
Yikes, Madame. That sounds intense! I really enjoyed your vacation story during a few spare moments in the call room--thanks.
M, as always, you know exactly what to say...thanks for the mantra.