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I walked in the doors at 6 in the morning wearing my dark blue scrubs, as usual, and made my way to gather the charts for this morning. The hospital is cold, as usual, and smells like bodily fluids, but in a few minutes I get to do my favorite pleasure on the morning routine. First on the list for things to do is a Neuro consult at room 22, while making my way over, a nurse approaches me. "Dr. Ross can you sign the release form for Miguel Heaster, all discharge checks have been completed." I reply with "Of course" I take the clip board and sign with my messy, hardly readable, signature. I have bad handwriting, but I'm a doctor so it's to be expected. I make my way over to 22 hoping I run into Dr. Hatchett as I usually do at some point in the morning. There she is. I walk past her and give her my morning smile, it's not a 'we're coworkers and get along' smile, it's more of a 'I'd like to undress you' smile. I now approach 22, knock on the door, and walk in. "Hello there, I'm Dr. Ross, so what's going on Ms. Pestle?" After discussing the symptoms, reviewing charts and test results, and going over options, we have come to the conclusion that she has a tumor in her right quadrant and needs to be removed, surgery has been planned for today at 12 in the afternoon. On to the next consult in room 45.
Here's the thing about being a Obstetrician: On top of your regular hours, you're always on call. This is why I sometimes wished that I was simply a gynaecologist, then I wouldn't have to work at unruly hours. I've been here since 3AM due to one of my patients requiring an emergency caesarean. After hours in surgery, both the mother and baby were well and resting - which was a relief due to the fact that the baby was born with some amniotic fluid in his lungs, which we could thankfully remove before it did any damage to him. I emerged from their room after transporting the two into room 14, case files in hand and followed by my intern. As I looked up, the friendly neighbourhood pervert approached, giving me one of his 'your clothes would look better on my bedroom floor' smiles. I responded with a smile, like his, not meaning that it was simply a smile you'd give your co-workers, nor was it a smile with a sexual connotation connected to it, instead it was a smirk which silently said, 'you wish.'
I turned to my intern, who had somehow become somewhat of a personal assistant, asking, "So when's my first appointment?" My intern, Nikkita, looked through the notes on the clipboard that I rarely see her without. She eventually looked up at me and responded, "7:30." Really? That late? I was used to having my appointments earlier, then again, I never know when my appointments will be, women's bodies are strange, as are infants' timing. What time was it now? 6AM, according to the clock. Oh good, I had an hour and a half - I can go get a coffee. Dr. Cole might be here by now, I'll go take him some as well - I can't let the poor thing work without some caffeine in his system. "Thanks," I said as I passed her my case notes, "in the meantime, I'm going to get some coffee and head up to the Otolaryngology ward. You take a break too, okay?" Nikkita gave me a smile as I wandered off, heading down to the café on the ground floor.
After I ordered three coffees, take-away, for myself, the nurse-gone-receptionist on the 4th floor, and Dr. Cole who had been my closest friend since I started here. I headed up the elevator to the 4th floor, where was home to the Otolaryngology ward. I walked inside, giving the receptionist, who looked as if she hadn't slept in months a smile as I handed her a coffee. "Just thought you deserved it. I swear that you work too hard," I said, which was received with a smile. The woman was old, looking in her mid-50s, and had only taken the receptionist role in the Otolaryngology ward, simply because she could no longer fulfil her role as a surgeon due to her shaky hands. "Thank you, Dr. Hatchett," she responded in her raspy voice - she's probably been on duty since I have been. She looked up at me, a knowing smile touching her old features, "I suppose that you're looking for Dr. Cole? You just missed him, he came by a few minutes ago, probably going to his office. Go on, then."
I smiled at the tired old woman with a warm "thanks," as I wandered through the ward's hallway toward where the surgeon's offices were. Balancing the cardboard coffee tray on one hand, I knocked on the door frame of Dr. Cole's office before holding his coffee out toward him. "Just the way you like it," I said with a friendly smile.
Reading emails was a necessary evil, Luke loved to say the IT industry lived and died by their email and today it looked like lots of trees will be dying. According to an email he had just received the Corporate office wanted to upgrade their email and patient accounting servers again. They upgraded them 5 years ago and Luke still had nightmares about it. He was the Network Admin then but this time around he would be the guy taking all the heat from the angry Doctor's and nurses while the system was down for the upgrade.
Taking a sip from his coffee (strong & black) Michael began typing up the obligatory notification email that would schedule server downtime for next Monday. Luke was lost in his train of thought when the phone ringing broke his concentration. Looking at the clock he realized it was only 7:30 and the rest of the staff did not arrive until 8:00.
Picking up the phone he answered, " IT this Luke how may I help you," he listened to the person on the phone and replied quickly, "Yes, Doctor I'll be right there." Hanging up the phone, he grabbed his coffee and headed out the door.
Apparently the doctor got angry about a printing issue and had placed the computer in the trash can. "what a way to start a Monday" he said to himself, "At least they only come once a week"
Opening the door to the Doctor's Lounge he stepped in.
Marcus was having a bad day.
First he woke up, his wife's body absent from the king size bed since she had "slept" at a "friends" house. He had then burned his toast, had eggshell in his mushroom omelet, and had scratched his car when some jackass taxi driver changed lanes suddenly on the freeway, causing him to scrape his car against the barrier and bash the horn in rage.
When he had finally gotten to work, he was greeted by one of his most annoying patients, an old hag by the name of Faith Miller. "Ahhh, Dr. Cole" she said in her nasally, quavering voice, which to Marcus was like nails on a chalkboard, "I was just wondering about the-" Marcus cut her short with a trailing shhhhhhhhhh.... "Look, Miss Miller. You have already signed the paperwork, and the faithful date has been set. As I told you before, the surgery has a 95% survival rate, which last time I checked, was a pretty high percentage. Everything is going to be fine!" He snapped. "Oh yes, I know all that." she warbled "I just wanted to know where the powder room was." Marcus sighed and massaged his temples, and then stooped down and placed his hand on the woman's shoulder. "See that door right there, the one a few feet in front of us? Yeah, thats it." "Oh thank you." she praised, slowly working her way towards the restroom, "I am truly very lucky to have such a nice man as my doctor!". "Have a good morning" Marcus muttered, and he headed off. He stormed past his secretary and into his office, only to be greeted by a giant pile of boring paperwork. He cursed, sat into his old dusty chair, then got to work.
A few minuets latter, there was a knock on his door followed by the creak of it opening. Standing there was Dr. Hatchett, one of his few true friends, and esteemed co-worker. "Just the way you like it!" She said cheerfully as she placed the steaming cup of coffee on his desk. Sadly, before he could even muster a response, he reached for the coffee but accidentally bumped the cup and sent the very, very hot coffee splashing all over his colleague's lap.
If it had of been anyone else, I probably would've flipped out at them for spilling searing hot liquid upon my lap. But since it was Dr. Cole, and he already looked like he was having a terrible day, I brushed it off after a initial yelp from the shock - it hurt, but "at least it was only my scrubs." I don't know why I always looked at the bright side of things, it's just my nature, I suppose. I mean really, I have near boiling water in my lap that'd probably leave a large burn upon my thighs, but I was just commenting on the fact of scrubs. I took Dr. Cole's hand - not in the romantic way, more in a crude handshake - before placing my own coffee in his hand. "Here, you need this more than I do," I said as I pulled out a few tissues from the box on his desk and pat them across my soaked lap. Christ, that was going to leave a mark on my skin and a stain on my pants - good thing I have more than one pair of scrubs. I needn't mention his home life, for I'd picked up on his marriage stresses in earlier conversations. I felt sorry for the poor man, no-one deserved what that witch was doing to him. But it wasn't my place to mention such a thing, especially not to her. I've met his wife a few times, and I'm more than sure that she dislikes me - I bet she thinks that I'm Marcus' secret lover. Of course not, I'm not a home wrecker like she thinks I am.
The floor's receptionist rushed in - well, as fast as an old woman could rush - obviously startled by my yelp. "Is everything okay in here? Oh dear, what happened?" she asked, coming forward to help me pat hot coffee out of my lap. Oh, this was embarrassing, but at least it wasn't a male doing it, especially not Dr. Ross who would enjoy it more than he should. "I just spilled my coffee," I told her, not wanting to make it seem like Dr. Cole was at fault - I knew he didn't mean to launch coffee at me. As soon as the receptionist and I could get the most of the coffee out of my lap, I came to Dr. Cole's side, giving him half of a friendly hug - as good as I could with a wet lap - as I said, "You try to enjoy your day - we'll meet for lunch later. You have no say in the matter. In the meantime, I'm going to change my pants," I said before leaving.
I made my way back down to my own floor - rather, the floor I had to share with Dr. Ross and his ward due to the small size of the hospital - to be met with a confused and shocked looking intern. "What happened?" she asked as she began to follow me to the ward's locker room where I was to find another pair of my coordinated scrubs. I explained to her what had happened up at Dr. Cole's office as I changed into a dry pair of mint scrubs before heading dropping my spoiled ones in a large tub of hot soapy water to at least try to lift the stain. Note to self, buy more scrubs. I headed back into the main hallway of the floor, heading to my office where I wouldn't be surprised that I had a mountain of paperwork and case files.
Marcus sat there quietly for a few moments, before uttering the one word that basically summed up his day and how he was feeling right now. "Shit."
Dr. Hatchett had left before Marcus could even so much as utter an apology. She had been pretty calm about the whole thing, but that was to be expected from the optimistic and ever cheerful Dr. Hatchett. It was those qualities that Marcus liked most about his friend. If the roles had been reversed, though, it would have taken all his willpower to stop himself from screaming at the top of his lungs and going totally berserk, because come on, that coffee was probably scalding hot! And, on top of that, she had even given up her own coffee to him! Marcus sighed, and then set off working again. He would discuss the whole thing at lunch, like Dr. Hattchet had said.
A few minuets later, his cell phone started to chirp. He fished it out of his pocket and answered with a gruff "Hello, Dr. Marcus Cole speaking." A bored male voice replied. "Yes hello, this is Dr Kormanov's secretary speaking. He would just like to confirm, and remind you, that you have an appointment with him today, at six pm. Am I correct?" Marcus had totally forgotten about the appointment. "Uh, yea sure. Ok." he stammered." "Great, good-bye." the secretary droned, followed by the beeping of the dial tone.
Marcus had set up an appointment with the local shrink at his wife's request. Apparently he had some "emotional baggage" and "severe anger issues", but whatever. Anything to stop her nagging. Good thing today he was only here half the day. He then remembered the other appointment he had tonight. Just yesterday, his sister, who was visiting from England, had called him up and asked him to join her, and her happy family, for dinner today. He had gladly accepted, his meeting with the therapist totally absent from his mind. He tried to call his sister to explain his predicament, but was answered by her answering machine. He left a message telling her to call him back, then sat back in his chair and rubbed his face. He hadn't seen his sister since she mover to London, England nearly a year ago. Heck, he had even bought his 7 year old niece, Alice, a present. Why was life totally against him today, he wondered. Maybe he could ask some of his friend what to do. He sat there, contemplating for a few minuets, then powered through his work until lunch.
"Alright guys, that's the plan, lets rock and roll." I told everyone in the conference room, which included, 4 nurses, and 2 doctors, including me. One of the doctors, Dr. Farrah, was a 4th year resident, specializing in Neuro. We had been talking about the procedure for Ms. Pestles tumor removal, and ready for the operation. She has been prepped and is currently in OR 2, with the anesthesiologist and a nurse. "Dr. Ross, I'm very thankful that you put me on this with you" The 4th year resident Dr. Farrah said to me, I responded with "Of course Dr. Farrah, you're my top resident" as she walked away I very quietly muttered "Kiss ass". I met everyone in the OR after thoroughly washing my hands, "Scrub me up charlie" I said to my favorite nurse. Charlie was about 50, but she acted as if she was 20 sometimes, she was my bud, me and her are always were in sync, she was my favorite. Charlie tied on my surgeon gown, and my cap, and I tied my mask up, then she followed by putting my head lamp on. As I walk in to operating zone, Dr. Farrah was already there, opening the patients cranium, I walk over and investigate her work, "Very nice Dr. Farrah, did you use that drill trick I mentioned?" and with her perky voice, she squealed "of course!" I continue with "I'll take over from here" She relieves her position over to me and I start operating, it's gonna be a 9 hour surgery, so I better get comfortable. "Charlie, page Dr. Hatchett right away"
Upon entering my office, I let out a sigh - of course I was right in knowing how much paperwork I had. I deliver babies, for christ's sake, women who do it at home don't have to do the paperwork - so why do I? Policy, insurance, shall I go on? I dragged a hand down my cheek and neck as I groaned, falling into my chair behind my desk. I really hated my job sometimes - insane hours, frustrating women. But I suppose I'd better get on with it - the faster I do it, the sooner I get to finish work for the day. I started with the most recent file - the caesarian I just did. At least it's not as much paperwork as it would be if the baby died - how could I even think that? Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I finally began my work.
It didn't feel like long before my pager went off, almost sending me out of my chair - it startled me that bad. Pulling it from the waist of my pants, I noticed a page from Charlie - Dr. Ross' second-in-command. Dr. Ross needs you immediately was all it said. This can't be good - I was sure that he was in surgery or an appointment... Or something. I rubbed my temples before replying to the page, I'll be there soon. I stood, clipping the pager back to my waistband before exiting my office. The good thing about the small hospital was that I didn't have to walk very far, only to the other end of the floor. No doubt I'd be greeted by one of the many neurology nurses - but knowing Dr. Ross, it'd most likely be Charlie herself. Of course I was right, standing by the receptionist was the lovely old woman that I wish was in my ward rather than Dr. Ross' - why'd she have to be interested in heads rather than infants and genitals? "Morning, Charlie. What am I needed for?" I asked, my usual polite smile upon my face.