Although my schedule is neatly printed out on paper as conforming to the regular office hours maintained by every other average salaryman, that never seems to be the case. Once in a while, we do manage to finish our work early but that's extremely rare - almost as rare as sighting a Pussycat Dolls CD in Big Bicep Barry's car. Usually it's work till the sun literally sets which justifies the reason why doctors are all preternaturally pale from a severe lack of sunlight exposure.
On the rare days that we actually do finish early ( by some mysterious magical voodoo trick ), it's quite common to be interrupted just as we're leaving with our coats and trusty stethoscopes stashed in our travelling backpacks ( certainly explains why we all scurry like rats the minute work is over ). I call it that naughty twist of fate. Just as we manage to stuff our things into the trunk, our pager or our phone inevitably rings.
Just the horrible beep is enough to set my heart tripping. And I know someone's in trouble. Although it would be great to dump all the work on someone else, I usually find it almost impossible to start running on reflex.
4 hours later
Good God. Is that what I sound like? Damn. It's like some frustrated, insane alter-ego Mr Hyde speaking. I think I really need a chill pill! :) Then again, could I possibly blame it on sexual frustration?
17 comments:
Awww... we understand the sacrifices doctors made to save lives...
We all appreciate that. Salute to the doctors!
Hear, hear!
Beep, beep, beep... blogger in trouble. Please respond stat. Blogger emergency: need Doctor. We're losing her Doctor. She needs inspiration badly. She's going. Oh, we've lost her...
See, your job is very important. You save lives, and blogs! :)
....and you respect you and love you for doing just that. I wish I could do a striptease for you as a token of my appreciation for being a life saver.
oups! it should be- we respect you lol
Yea. R-E-S-P-E-C-T (think Ali G) :P
Beepers are the devil's invention next to the telephone. Even when you think you turned that thing off, it beeps. You remove the battery, it beeps. It's got a mind of its own. It gets to your conscience and tests your morals. Should I answer it? Should I ignore it? Nurses get the same test... work 16 hours or work 36 hours straight? Kill myself working to save a few patients? Sacrifice myself for the good of humanity? Yeah, beepers are the devil's tool and he laughs everytime you answer it, thinking "Awe, almost had you there". Just my opinion.
Such noble daily undertaking you have there, Doctor Paul. *hugs*
Paging DOCTOR PAUL, you are needed in the ER, Paging DOCTOR PAUL....
well you know doctors we salute you guys, seems that the doctors would never made a mistake, they are always there just like the boyscout. Their one foot is outside the hospital and the other is inside...(sometimes they are like priest and you need confessions). they are like firemen ( to put down the fever)they are like architect that designed your bones and joints..
....excuse me doctor. we need here a psychiatrist..LOL
How are you doing now? The pace still that hectic in the big city? Maybe you're better of in a small town...come back soon, doctor, if you will. :)
Wait until you have chidren, paul - then you'll find it even harder to make plans and stick to them. :o\
uhmnn every job also have its own hard way! uhmnn well thats the sacrifice we have to make for the $$ and more importantly as a doctor for the lives uhmnn..
Salut to you Dr. Have no fear, we all respect you...and to show my appreciation..how do I go about sending some verile young man to you to relieve the sexual frustration you are facing hahahahahahahahha
*16 hours later, slapping Paul upside the head* - *giggle*... yes, Doctor.. and isn't it sad that we find your moods entertaining. Sick people, you're all sick! LOL.. Maybe it's us who needs the chill pills or some kind of pill. Go ahead Doctor, prescribe something!
Sounds like you need an exciting weekend long romp with a big bicepped friend. You know the kind, where you hardly come up for air. Remember the whipped cream and latex.
And I HATE pagers and cell phones. lonnnnng leashes.
this doc is noti. wasup doc. cheer up doc. i wan a dhong dhong now. being a doc is a passion n ur tired now. gambateh yar *virtual hugs
Wow, you're from melaka? Guess what? ME TOO!!!! How small is this world....ha ha ha!
It's all for a good cause, paul! Like every avid reader of your blog here, I too appreciate what you're doing! Keep it up!
God Bless!
*hugs*
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