Glacier Doc, despite his solemn vow to never again grace our hospital with his presence, and our earnest attempts to assure that would indeed be the case, is back.
First patient he saw tonight: non-traumatic lower back pain. Unremarkable history. Normal neuro exam. No motor weakness whatsoever. No significant previous medical history. Passes the “that chick doesn’t even look remotely sick” test.
Total time spent in the ER, starting when we put her in a room?
128 soul-searing, teeth-grinding minutes, 35 of which were spent doing the initial history and physical exam. One x-ray of the lumbar spine. One shot of Toradol. One entire page of instructions that boils down to “apply moist heat, take ibuprofen for pain, see your personal physician to schedule an MRI if symptoms do not improve.”
I overhead him apologizing to the DON for some issues we had with his not knowing what the fuck he is doing approach to patient care, and he earnestly assured her that he would not be so aggressive in the future and would resolve to take a slower, more thorough approach to patient care.
Yeah, you read that right.
He plans to work slower.
That sound you’re hearing right now is me methodically beating my head against the desk.


















