Wednesday, April 06, 2005


So I'm the ward attending this month. I'm glad I'm not sick for it, having gotten that out of my system along with a few lunches, dinners, and various snacks.

All I have to deal with is a retarded resident. Perhaps she is not retarded. Perhaps she just doesn't care to have ever picked up a medicine book since the first year of medical school. Perhaps she hasn't been paying attention to other people during her residency. Or perhaps she's just retarded. The most parsimonious solution, in this case retardation, is usually the case.

Anyway, I just need to go home and not deal with her for another 12 hour period. She's basically muddling through OK. Nothing horrible is happening: the patients are getting better on their own, as they always do, except when they don't. She does know how to do the most simple of tasks. And I'm not to afraid for the future. She's going to go to some office practice where it'll be hard to screw up.

OK. I feel better now.


Blogger marybishop said...

Occam's razor!

5:51 AM  
Blogger laurenbove said...

I hope I don't run into her out there. I'm sorry for you but I know you'll handle her.

1:10 PM  

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