So, I try to arrive a little early most days to make sure the patient list is accurate and everything is ready for us to round.
A couple of days ago I did just that, and ten minutes before everyone else was due to arrive, I was riding alone in the elevator watching the floors pass by.
*ping* and the elevator stops on the ninth floor. My colleague peers into the elevator, and says “Oh, good, it’s you.” He’s been on call all night and looks harassed.
“Have a good night?”
He grins and hands me two phones and two pagers. “Here, take all of this; Ali and I are heading into surgery. There’s a guy who got stabbed in the heart and he’s bleeding again… give them to the team taking over.”
“Cool! Have fun!” The doors glide shut and I keep going up. And as I arrive where we round and note that our team has not yet arrived, you can guess what happens:
“beep, beep, ring, beep ring!!!!”
All I could think was oh-no-I-have-everyone’s-pager-how-on-earth-will-they-know-there’s-a-trauma-I-am-just-the-medical-student-I-think-we-may-be-needing-a-tad-more-backup-than-that!!!
Life is fun. Sometimes it really does like to bite you in the ass at 6:56 am.