Sunday . June 9 . 2002 . 6:27pm |
stories from the inside I saw an interesting case on call today--though really, "tragic" would be more appropriate of a descriptor. Turns out this patient had been to see her local doctor several days ago to have an elective cosmetic surgery done. No big deal. Except that the surgery was done not at a hospital, but in this doctor's apartment. And that it turns out that this "doctor" didn't actually have a medical license. And that one day later, this woman came to our ER with a raging infection, went first to the ICU and then to the OR, and is now back in the ICU, intubated, with a huge open surgical wound that's going to look way worse than whatever imperfection it was that she was trying to fix by going to that quack in the first place. It's pretty much your worst-case scenario nightmare. And, in the words of the attending (who, by the way, is not exactly the most sensitive person on the planet), "Now she's REALLY going to need a plastic surgeon! Provided she SURVIVES, of course!" Just another day in the funhouse. In other news, Peanut M&Ms are the best candy on the planet. I cannot stop eating them, nor do I want to stop, because I love them so. xo Michelle |
