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Ah yes, another day, another encounter with a Jenny. At this point, there’s no rational response except a deep sigh and the solemn acknowledgment that this is the hand we’ve been dealt.
So, I’m on a family vacation, standing in line for a rollercoaster, just trying to enjoy some wholesome, non-medical PTSD-inducing fun. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
The couple behind us strikes up a conversation. I’m not sure how we got here because, like any good ER doc, I am fundamentally opposed to small talk with strangers. But suddenly, the guy proudly announces:
Guy: “She’s a doctor”
Me: “Oh really? What field?”
Lady: “Family practice.”
Me: “Nice! We need more of you.”
Lady: “Well, I’m actually a nurse practitioner, but I work in the ER too.”
Me: Internally bracing “Yeah, I know what that’s like. I’m an ER doc.”
Lady: Perking up “Oh really? I’m actually getting my doctorate soon, so I’ll technically be a doctor too.” (cue ominous thunderclap in the distance) “By the way, I’d love to pick your brain about a case I had.”
At this point, my body is physically still in line for a rollercoaster, but my soul has fully detached and is floating above, watching helplessly.
Me: “Uhh… okay?”
Lady: “So, would you ever use a Foley as a chest tube if you didn’t have a chest tube available?”
Me: Deep inhale “No. But… let’s back up. Why would this even be a situation?”
Lady: “Well, they had a pericardial effusion and there were no chest tubes in the ER.”
Me: Processing… buffering… 404 ERROR “You… don’t do a chest tube for a pericardial effusion.”
Lady: “Right, but let’s just say you had to.”
So, I’m on a family vacation, standing in line for a rollercoaster, just trying to enjoy some wholesome, non-medical PTSD-inducing fun. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans.
The couple behind us strikes up a conversation. I’m not sure how we got here because, like any good ER doc, I am fundamentally opposed to small talk with strangers. But suddenly, the guy proudly announces:
Guy: “She’s a doctor”
Me: “Oh really? What field?”
Lady: “Family practice.”
Me: “Nice! We need more of you.”
Lady: “Well, I’m actually a nurse practitioner, but I work in the ER too.”
Me: Internally bracing “Yeah, I know what that’s like. I’m an ER doc.”
Lady: Perking up “Oh really? I’m actually getting my doctorate soon, so I’ll technically be a doctor too.” (cue ominous thunderclap in the distance) “By the way, I’d love to pick your brain about a case I had.”
At this point, my body is physically still in line for a rollercoaster, but my soul has fully detached and is floating above, watching helplessly.
Me: “Uhh… okay?”
Lady: “So, would you ever use a Foley as a chest tube if you didn’t have a chest tube available?”
Me: Deep inhale “No. But… let’s back up. Why would this even be a situation?”
Lady: “Well, they had a pericardial effusion and there were no chest tubes in the ER.”
Me: Processing… buffering… 404 ERROR “You… don’t do a chest tube for a pericardial effusion.”
Lady: “Right, but let’s just say you had to.”