My second NICU call was worlds better. It helps to actually know the patients that you're supposed to be taking care of. And to know where the rooms are. And how to use the Vocera. And when you load up with jelly beans instead of dinner and you and the nurses order some of the best sushi ever made.
That didn't stop me from breaking out into hives (quite literally) when the Attending this morning said that he wanted to "talk to me" before I left.
Side note: I seem to have developed some sort of chronic neck hives as a response to stress. Or perhaps some strange rheumatologic disease that will henceforth be known as Brenna Bumps. They've been a-flaring up lately, let me tell you, though. Itch, itch, itch.
What did the attending say to me?? Well, today was his last day, so he wanted to give me feedback on my performance this past week. And... he said I'm doing great! HUGE sighs of relief that promptly deflated the hives and made all the babies all acidotic-like by increasing their CO2. Maybe not that big. But big.
One week down, three to go. Total hours this week? 82.5. Not counting the couple of hours of paperwork I've done at home. Oops.
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