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Whoohoo! It's Saturday! No work today, thankfully. I'm just going to relax, and then have a game, and then maybe make some beef curry, and then take a nap. Or, alternately, I'm going to make a dutch baby and then have game, and then make naan, then beef curry, then rest. We'll see how enthusiastic I am after coffee. I kind of really want a dutch baby, so I may do that. I don't have vanilla, so I'd be subbing a little orange juice or port instead. Maybe port, we have golden port, so it's got a very light sweet flavor.
Tomorrow, dinner is going to be something easy, since I have a game at 3pm, it's going to Jess who's doing the cooking, and I like to make their life simple. Technically, the curry is probably pretty easy, but we'll see.
Yesterday was another fun day. One where I briefly considered calling one of our doctors and yelling. The man committed one fuck up after another, and I had to deal with the fall out. First, he told the patient that he has aggressive prostate cancer over the portal. At that point, he tells the guy that he needs a PET scan, but sends a message to his resident to put in the order. Of course, the guy calls panicked to schedule, and the resident hasn't done anything, so I can't schedule. The dude's English is way better than my Hindi, but it took nearly half an hour for me to settle him down and explain what needed to happen. I checked back right before I finished and the order still wasn't in. Mother fucker, what did you think was going to happen when you write the words "aggressive prostate cancer?" Put the next step orders in yourself like a big boy before you write the pt. Or here's a thought, put the orders in yourself, and then CALL the patient. Good god, smart men are dumb.
Then I had a dude who didn't listen to his message, and just hit callback, so I had to do some digging, only to find that he's scheduled for an MRI with a penile prosthetic. What kind of prosthetic? He had no fucking clue! How do you not know what they put in your body. I know they give you a card with all the info on it. He at least knew where it was done, so I got the info to the tech, and they'll take it from there. Still another 30 minute odyssey.
Despite that, I took 49 calls. I should have known it was going to be a day, because literally the moment I put my good morning into the thread on Teams, my boss started typing to me. It was a Day.
But it's okay, because then, I was able to make a delicious spinach and feta pasta, and relax a bit, do some more plotting with Jess on their book and generally have a good night.
And on that note, I think it's Dutch Baby time. Everyone have an amazing Saturday!
Tomorrow, dinner is going to be something easy, since I have a game at 3pm, it's going to Jess who's doing the cooking, and I like to make their life simple. Technically, the curry is probably pretty easy, but we'll see.
Yesterday was another fun day. One where I briefly considered calling one of our doctors and yelling. The man committed one fuck up after another, and I had to deal with the fall out. First, he told the patient that he has aggressive prostate cancer over the portal. At that point, he tells the guy that he needs a PET scan, but sends a message to his resident to put in the order. Of course, the guy calls panicked to schedule, and the resident hasn't done anything, so I can't schedule. The dude's English is way better than my Hindi, but it took nearly half an hour for me to settle him down and explain what needed to happen. I checked back right before I finished and the order still wasn't in. Mother fucker, what did you think was going to happen when you write the words "aggressive prostate cancer?" Put the next step orders in yourself like a big boy before you write the pt. Or here's a thought, put the orders in yourself, and then CALL the patient. Good god, smart men are dumb.
Then I had a dude who didn't listen to his message, and just hit callback, so I had to do some digging, only to find that he's scheduled for an MRI with a penile prosthetic. What kind of prosthetic? He had no fucking clue! How do you not know what they put in your body. I know they give you a card with all the info on it. He at least knew where it was done, so I got the info to the tech, and they'll take it from there. Still another 30 minute odyssey.
Despite that, I took 49 calls. I should have known it was going to be a day, because literally the moment I put my good morning into the thread on Teams, my boss started typing to me. It was a Day.
But it's okay, because then, I was able to make a delicious spinach and feta pasta, and relax a bit, do some more plotting with Jess on their book and generally have a good night.
And on that note, I think it's Dutch Baby time. Everyone have an amazing Saturday!
