My crazy mondays

I'll start with last Monday. Last Monday was awesome because 1) Somebody died on our service, but I missed because 2) I got free sushi. So, basically, we have this chump of a Residency Director who wants to have weekly meetings just so we can listen to him pontificate for hours on end. Well, this rotation, he met with us only once, and thus felt obliged to take us out to eat. Since, he had to cancel this meeting as well, he told us to go out and the department would foot the bill. We all were craving sushi, and so we go this place where you sit an ovoid bar, and a train circles on top of the bar carrying various types of sushi. It was awesome. And while I enjoyed this delicious meal, a 40 year old guy died because nobody figured out his potassium was out of control.
So, this past Monday, I started my geriatrics rotation. I go in to see this sweet 86 year old lady who I met in the ER the month before. So, it was kind of weird seeing this lady so long afterwords and on a completely different rotation. Well, it was great, because we were like old friends, and come to find out, she's been having 2-4 glasses of wine each night. Since this constitutes alcoholism, it was my job to talk her out of drinking. When I started to talk to her about it, she goes, "Oh honey, this isn't bad. I finally gave up my Jim Beam last month." Needless to say, this lady is awesome. So, it all ended up with me getting her to drink 1-2 glasses per night, and me convincing my attending that a nice 86 year old lady who's stuck in her room all day deserves a few glasses of wine each day. I actually wrote an order for this lady to have a glass of wine at night.
I'm also going to count this morning as Monday, allowing its craziness to fall under this blog's title. Today I went to a nursing home/psych facility to talk to people with dementia and such. My first patient is some elderly guy who's bipolar. During the course of our interview, we get to talking about his roommate. Guess who his roommate was. It was the guy from this day. Yes, Mr. Anti-Christ himself was living there. Unbelievable. Well, I of course ask him what happened to the guy, and it turns out he left over the weekend, got on a bus, and took off for Canada. Of course. Where else would the Anti-Christ go?