Annngryyyyyy.....

rrrrrrrr...... I just got home from work and I'm staying up so I can do my yoga show because I don't think I could sleep if I tried, and I need it to calm down. One of the last things I said before I left work today was something about shoving something up a certain doctor's ASS. And also something about castrating him in his sleep. I'm ok. I just need to wind down. Delivering a 32 week baby by myself and then getting ASSHOLE-Y remarks from the doctor about it gets me a little riled up at 5:30 in the am. I'm ok. I'll stop swearing soon. I'll go eat some breakfast/dinner/whatever, and go pee. I'll be fine. I'll ignore the fact that he made the other nurse CRY because he was in a bad mood. I'll ignore the fact that he RUDELY instructed me to stop talking while I was comforting the patient so he could ask her what sort of pain medication she normally takes. I think perhaps DELIVERING THE PLACENTA STILL HANGING OUT OF HER and apologizing for missing the delivery when you were SLOWLY MOSEYING OFF THE ELEVATOR FROM THE SLEEP ROOM DOWNSTAIRS would have been more appropriate than asking her if she has ever taken Lortab before. That would have been a more useful and less ASSHOLE-Y way to conduct yourself, I think. I would've gladly finished the delivery that I had to start if he hadn't just told me to "Just stop, stop that. Cease and desist. Now get her cleaned up for me. Get those sheets out of the way, get the bottom of the bed out." I'll ignore the fact that he made a smart comment to us out at the nurse's station about how sad it was to work with a patient for so long (two whole weeks) and then have to miss the delivery. I pity his spouse. I shudder to think he has produced offspring. I need to stop writing now because I think it's making me more mad. Thank you, Skye. You did a great job. I'm sorry I missed that delivery. I'll go get a vasectomy now. And, I'll give up my medical practice and stop terrorizing the public. That's what I want for Christmas.