Friday was the second most miserable experience thus far in residency. Admitting 20 newborns to NICU-Transition NICU & newborn wards, attending 10 deliveries, getting called about other newborns on other wards... (all between 5pm and 7:30am).

 

Did I make it through the night. Of Course.

Do I think I made any bad judgments. No

Did I get the IVs. Almost all

Did I get the blood draws. Some of them (poor average, disappointing)

Was I as thorough as I would have been back home. No way. 

 

I had a post partially written out, but decided to delete it.

 

After spending the day thinking about things after learning about the death of Haas, I felt a bit ridulous having written a post which largely complained about my experience on Friday night. It seemed ridiculous to complain about the duty of ensuring the safe passage of children into this world, in the context of the early and terrible tragic exit of Haas. So I deleted it. And now, as it approaches 10pm, I'm too tired to write a post describing, in a more factual aspect what call was like on Friday.