Oh, everyone is afraid. What it says above is my situation up to yesterday. Since I transferred from hematology department to endocrinology department yesterday to start surgical training, the normal work and rest time has been implemented again, because the endocrinology department is much more free, and I don't need to stay at the training point all day for surgical training, as long as I finish the prescribed surgery, I can go. Ok, let's talk about what happened after the last internship.
Our hematology department is 13 ward. In addition, there is a ward 38 in the emergency building, which is a temporary department composed of doctors in hematology, cardiology, gastroenterology and radiology. This setting is very strange and I don't know when it started. When I wrote the article, we were still in ward 13, but the doctor in charge of ward 38 seemed to be very busy and called several times to send interns. Strangely, the general hospital in charge of arranging interns told us that "you should have a classmate to go to the department of retired veteran cadres" Looking back now, it may be that the general hospital is also busy. So, in inexplicable doubts, I went to the department of retired cadres. ...
The teacher in the department of retired veteran cadres was a little surprised by my arrival, but it was certainly a good thing to have help, so I didn't ask much. There are too few people and too many things here. A female professor named Liu led me directly and asked me to take care of two beds. This is the first time that I have taken care of my own bed since I returned to our hospital for internship. When I was an intern in the province, I managed seven or eight beds by myself. Mr. Liu is very kind to me. He tells me a lot of things every time he visits. Moreover, the environment of the department of retired veteran cadres is really different from other humble departments in our hospital. I don't want to leave. But three days later, the classmate who lived in 13 called and said that the general hospital was looking for the classmate who had never been to ward 38. Confused, I went back to ward 13, and the general hospital shouted angrily, "Why don't you go to ward 38?" Is this a lack of internship? ""But that day, boss, did you ask me to go to the department of retired cadres? " "Old dry branch? ! How can I let you go to the department of retired veteran cadres? ! You heard me wrong! "Fortunately, one of my classmates testified for me:" Boss, it seems that you asked us to send someone to the department of retired veteran cadres ... "The general hospital was speechless and said angrily:" Well, then you can report to the 38 th office. "The boss looks very depressed, and I'm not going to touch his bad luck again. After returning to the department of retired veteran cadres for a simple handover (Mr. Liu felt very funny when he heard what happened, and even said a few words), he went to report for duty on the 38 th.
Because it is a * * * management department, there are no professors here, only attending doctors and advanced doctors, and the three of me are responsible for more than ten beds here. I have always felt that hematology is a department that makes people feel unfulfilled. After the diagnosis, I just took chemotherapy drugs. After a course of treatment, the blood picture and liver and kidney function were examined and discharged. It is almost impossible for the patient to recover, but it only delays the process of death. Of course, life is precious, even if it is extended for one day, but I would rather choose cardiovascular specialty, which is famous for being busy and tired, so that I will feel more rewarded for my efforts. ...
Finally, a boy of 18 years old from the countryside was admitted to the hematology department. He just left home to be a freshman this year. Ten days ago, he began to feel dizzy and weak. He didn't pay attention at that time. After coming home from school five days ago, he began to have a fever, and his temperature continued to be above 39 degrees. When I went to the local hospital, the doctor didn't see anything. Anti-inflammatory and antipyretic treatment is ineffective. In the past two days, many dark red nail-sized rashes have appeared on his body. At first, we all thought it was an infectious disease, not a blood disease. Because of the acute onset, high fever and rash, we had a bone marrow puncture and looked at it under the microscope. When we told his parents that their child had acute leukemia, they didn't know the horror of the disease. Our attending doctor told them seriously: this is cancer in the blood. If you don't treat it, you can live for a month at most. If you treat it, the cost is very high, 1000 platelets for several days. His mother cried in the office on the spot, and his old father wiped her tears. We can't bear to watch, and the hope of a family is shattered. This incident further deepened my dislike of hematology. How depressed it would be if I met such a white-haired man who sent black-haired people all day. Fortunately, I finished my internship in hematology and went to endocrinology today. In fact, many things happened during the internship in hematology. Let's make up later.