Monday, November 22, 2004

It's not Monday at the VA without yelling at someone

I should have been home an hour and a half ago. Then someone in an office, who had not even seen a certain patient, decided they needed more social work, based on a nursing note written by someone that at any other hospital would be unemployed within a week. Fuck damnit. The natural state of a human being is not lying in a hospital bed waiting for nosocomial infections with multi-drug resistant bacteria...except at the VA. It is overwhelming satisfying however to threaten to transfer the patients to an actual hospital, since there is one about 100 yards away (UK Medical Center).

I don't mean to make it sound so horrible. It's actually usually worse. Luckily, over the course of my residency, only about 30% of my time is at the VA, the rest is at the real hospital.