Unbelievable. We had about 25 patients yesterday morning, and this morning we were down to about 14. Then one of my patients, the one who had come for non-specific pain, asked if she could go home before 9:00 a.m. b/c all her symptoms had resolved and she felt great. Sarah paged Dr. L who gave the green light to discharge her. My COPD patient was doing better, except she was concerned about her arthritis and her ability to raise her grandchildren without a steady source of income. I was all up for keeping her here an extra day to recover, but Sarah later called me to say she's been discharged, leaving me with no patients. Yet another lady who had diabetes-induced vertigo (first time I ever heard of such a thing) left AMA b/c her husband was dissatisfied with how slow things were progressing at the hospital and yanked her out. The lady was apparently Muslim b/c she wore a headscarf that she later took off in the hospital when she was alone, which left some of us wondering if she was in a domineering relationship.
After lunch I swung by Dr. P's (my PCP preceptor) office to pick up a rec letter he'd written that needed revising b/c my name got misspelled twice. The office manager corrected one of the mistakes, but not the other, so she had to print another one afterwards. "If you need another one after this, you're SOL," she said as she handed the letter to Dr. P. It took me a while to remember what SOL meant; Dr. L had used that term earlier this week when talking about my stroke patient's chances of discharge on a certain day. SOL = s*** outta luck, though I prefer to think of it as "short on luck."
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