No more med-surg for the Little D! Finished today by running around doing moderately useful tasks, like finding coffee for a terminal cancer patient, and getting a doc to order nicotine gum. He said she needs a quit smoking consult. I pointed out that with metastatic lung cancer, it's a little late at this point to tell her "i told you so", and just to please order the damn gum. I really think she GETS that smoking is bad for you, what with all the surgery, the radiation, the chemo, and the DYING.
On the bright side, I got an A. ~insert happydance here~
AND I NEVER have to go back to Bob's Hospital again!
After break I'll be going to Psych Hospital Nobody's Ever Heard Of, outside Philly.