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This frickin' stupid piece of junk! Doesn't it realize in its stupid plastic-encased head that I hate it so much and could so easily destroy it, never to return?
Tell me what you think about your digital-satan-hip-buddy.
You remember that day in med school, when everyone got their first pager? And how it was so cool and so exciting? And how you almost felt like a real doctor? And how many med students would wear them proudly 24/7, even if they weren't even on an MS-III rotation yet?
I've become so traumatized by the sound of my pager's beep that when I hear it coming from another person's pager, not only does my right hand instinctively reach for my right hip, but I get filled with an inescapable sense of dread and despair.
Oh, how many times have I seen that little battery icon slipping down past 50% and fantasized about accidentally forgetting to change it out...
I "accidentally" dropped mine in the toilet and it was dead dead dead. Unfortunately, my glee was short lived. They gave me a new one, and it's louder than the old one. Bastards.
You remember that day in med school, when everyone got their first pager? And how it was so cool and so exciting? And how you almost felt like a real doctor? And how many med students would wear them proudly 24/7, even if they weren't even on an MS-III rotation yet?
Yeah, that novelty (just like the thrill of being called "Doctor") wore off quickly.
I've become so traumatized by the sound of my pager's beep that when I hear it coming from another person's pager, not only does my right hand instinctively reach for my right hip, but I get filled with an inescapable sense of dread and despair.
I believe that I seriously changed the battery in my med school pager more times than it went off.
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The sound of my pager (or pagers on some nights) is worse than an alarm clock for me now.
Pretty much my experience as well! No one ever pages you as a med student.I have fantasized about taking my future pager to college/ high school homecoming to show my classmates "oooooh OMG, you must be important."
You remember that day in med school, when everyone got their first pager? And how it was so cool and so exciting? And how you almost felt like a real doctor? And how many med students would wear them proudly 24/7, even if they weren't even on an MS-III rotation yet?
Yeah, that novelty (just like the thrill of being called "Doctor") wore off quickly.
I've become so traumatized by the sound of my pager's beep that when I hear it coming from another person's pager, not only does my right hand instinctively reach for my right hip, but I get filled with an inescapable sense of dread and despair.
I have fantasized about taking my future pager to college/ high school homecoming to show my classmates "oooooh OMG, you must be important."
Isn't that disturbing to you? Of course that's tacky and I would never do it.
Not tacky at all. Take it out in public. Find a group of cute girls. Get yourself near them and push the button to make it beep. Act like you are annoyed with the pager and get out your cell phone. Dial 6 numbers, wait a while and then say "This is Dr. ______" in a deep voice. Wait a while and then say "Normal Saline at 100ccs per hour with 20 milliequivalents of potassium chloride" and then 'hang up' your phone.
One time my pager went off and I checked and it had 4 new pages come in all at once. I said owe hell no, man does internship suck a$$.
One time my pager went off and I checked and it had 4 new pages come in all at once. I said owe hell no, man does internship suck a$$.

Aieee....the DERM RESIDENT got a page!!! The horror!![]()
Don't worry, 6 more months and it'll all be over for him.
Overnight calls? ER consults? 30+ hour shifts? Will all be nothing but a distant memory. 🙂

Who is this "they"? Does anyone know where pagers are made? Are they handed up to someone directly from hell?
My pager has been off since about July 1, 2007.
Anyone who needs me better damn well be one of the R3 or R4s, a surgical attending, the charge in the OR, or the charge on the surgical ward, and they all call me on my cell phone.
"They" live in this dank dark hole in the hospital basement, which is so far underground it probably is a portal to hell. And I was told the magic words are "it just stopped working and I tried replacing the battery" because if you tell them you dropped it in the toilet, they make you pay for a new one. Like I would pay anybody actual money for the pleasure of carrying that evil thing.
One of my attendings gives her patients her cell phone number! And they send her text messages that they are suicidal. But she says she actually gets called less now than when she had an answering service, because the patients are more hesitant to bother her unless it's really important. I am skeptical...
This frickin' stupid piece of junk! Doesn't it realize in its stupid plastic-encased head that I hate it so much and could so easily destroy it, never to return?
Tell me what you think about your digital-satan-hip-buddy.
Best thing about research year is you nearly never get paged. Bad thing is when you do it typically someone asking you to cover a shift/call for them.
Have you ever had your pants fall off because of the weight of all your pagers?
Have you ever had your pants fall off because of the weight of all your pagers?
Yep all the time latelyHave you ever had your pants fall off because of the weight of all your pagers?
Hells yeah.
Anyone else have to deal with Spectralinks, or is it just me? They are like little ringing cancers. Barnes and Noble stores also use these beasties, so I get hives every time I go book shopping.
This frickin' stupid piece of junk! Doesn't it realize in its stupid plastic-encased head that I hate it so much and could so easily destroy it, never to return?
Tell me what you think about your digital-satan-hip-buddy.
I had 5 other pt's...and was fairly busy
The resident called me faithfully q1 hour to check on the retro bleed pt, and let the phone ring and ring and ring and ring and rrrriiiiinnnng and rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggggg until I'd finally have to stop whatever I was doing (read finish taking someone off bedpan), rip off my gloves and answer...
Ahh, yes. Whenever i'm on call, every time I finally get food I will invariably get paged the minute I sit down about some patient who happens to be crashing at that moment. Food goes uneaten. I now get anxious just by thinking about food and the inevitable upgrade I will have to deal with if i just try to eat. 🙁PAGER = it only goes off when you are:
- Just sitting down on the "porcelain convenience" and you have been putting this off all day.
- Just put your feet up on the call-room bed.
- Just closed your eyes for two seconds.
- Just ordered your food in the cafe.
- Just took your first bite of food in the cafe and you haven't eaten all day.
- Just closed your car door and you haven't started the engine yet.
- Just walked into the gym.
- Just finished a 10-hour case.
I have dreams that I'm being paged frequently.
I only wish that the manufacture of the pagers also made cell phones, my pager seems to tolerate long drops and kicking that a "top notch" cell phone would shatter noisily from.
I've become so traumatized by the sound of my pager's beep that when I hear it coming from another person's pager, not only does my right hand instinctively reach for my right hip, but I get filled with an inescapable sense of dread and despair.

Have you ever had your pants fall off because of the weight of all your pagers?
PAGER = it only goes off when you are:
- Just closed your car door and you haven't started the engine yet.