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Security guy called back a few hours later, I am in group 6, or section 6, something like that. All I have to do is click the hyperlink on my desktop. Me-What are you talking about, just give me the internet address. Have to use the hyperlink, only way it will work, seen too many movies with Jedi knights, here I thought they were all Star Trek guys. He does his thing, it will work until after I switch from the GE system in the office to Epic. He tells me no more trouble, will set it up after I "go live" with Epic.
I log on, look at my stuff, go downtown, do my PM shift at the wound clinic, luck out and they move my add on cases up, so I can start at 1630, instead of 1930. First guy, nice old gentleman, send one of his little piggies to path lab, he looks good. Guy number two, not so nice schizoprehic diabetic with a foot that smells like a dead muskrat that spent the better part of a week marinating in sewage. Little peppermint oil on the mask and you can tolerate a surprising amount of foul smell. Took off the black toe in the middle, no blood, take the toes on either side, more blood, but still has positive dead rat in the wall smell. Lay the bottom part of his foot open like you would gut a fish, found the pocket of nastiness, cut out the black stuff, flush it out really well. Something dead in there smell is gone, it is bleeding, wrap it up. Two hours start to finish on that guy. He will need one more trip, to the OR on this one, with a little luck he checks out with a half a foot and lives to walk around on it, until next time.
Long day yesterday, could not sleep too well because the back was sore from standing over guy #2, still jacked up from that wreck in October. A long time in a hot shower washing the stench of gangrenous tissue off and was sore anyway. Got to the office, go to check on what crazy guy's labs look like.
Locked out again, guy fixed it long enough to get off the phone with me, farging icehole bastage.
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