Now, if you haven't been reading much of this blog over the last few years, you might be thinking, aww isn't that sweet, he wants to help patients recover from their respective illnesses until they can triumphantly return to the real world, vibrant and refreshed, with a new lease on life and blah blah blah? Sorry folks, but one thing I've found common to all residents, one trait I've learned to adopt without hesitation, is the urgent desire to discharge as many patients as humanely possible in an effort to save us the trouble of writing painfully long notes that no one is going to read, writing orders the staff may or may not actually follow, and doing physical exams on patients who are, more often than not, about as appreciative of anything we do as they are aware of their own personal hygiene.
Ah, that felt good.
But seriously, as soon as those discharge orders are in, that little flag on the chart that reads "Discharge Order" is being proudly displayed for the clerk behind the desk to process in about 4 hours (and now you know why it takes so long for stuff like that to happen), I feel a sense of satisfaction that is borderline orgasmic (I'm too tired to come up with a joke about current state of sexual repression, so feel free to insert your own joke here - by the way, hi mom!). Not only has the patient made it through the hospital course and been healed enough to leave, the patient accomplished this stunning feat despite the substandard care delivered by none other than yours truly. Really, it's pretty remarkable.
I guess I don't really have much of a point to this post, other than to glorify a morsel of joy in my day that can easily be overlooked, and I apologize to those of you who have read this far waiting for one. As has been seen now and then, I sometimes need this venue as a means of venting out a slim measure of the frustrations I'm experiencing at any given point in time, just as I'm currently on my pediatrics rotation right now being run around like a chart monkey and wondering on a regular basis why exactly I'm actually paying money to be there in the first place.
And the worst part about it is, unlike previous times, I can't say I feel much better.
Christ, I'm getting myself all depressed. I promise I'll try harder to entertain next time.