It was my last day at Dr. P's office, and to thank him and his staff for putting up with me for four weeks, I brought them a box of Ghiradelli chocolates. "My favorite," Chris, his manager, said, and Dr. P said the other girls will like them for sure. As usual, it was a busy Friday, and a drug rep brought lunch for us at around 10:30. We fell behind schedule again (sometimes Dr. P sees patients from church who like to chat with him about non-medical topics) and at one point overheard one woman say, "I'm about to go ballistic." I quickly ran to talk to her and her nephew after that one. He had a generalized rash that was brought about by amoxicillin; this was discontinued and changed to a Z-pak.
Then, while Dr. P and I were with one patient, the two MAs knocked on the door and said there was an emergency. I could hear what clearly sounded like a woman screaming and cryng in one of the other rooms. She was having a panic attack (funny enough, she came to the office for a follow-up visit on her anxiety) and had to be moved to a larger room. It didn't help that she'd brought her 2-year-old toddler with her, and when she started freaking out, her baby started crying too. What kid wouldn't be scared at the sight of Mommy screaming? Mommies are supposed to be stronger than that. She later got a shot to calm down, but dang...
At the end of the afternoon, Dr. P and I talked a little about what I learned and then parted on good terms. He invited me to come back at the end of my OMM rotation so I can find out about our patient with the testicular mass, whether it's cancer or not. I'll take him up on that.
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