I had a good night at work. I was complimented by several staff (1 doc and a bunch of nurses) asking me to stay on with them longer than my contracted 2 weeks left. I went with my gut feeling about an 8 year-old girl who came in complaining of constipation for 4 days. The doctor was going to work her up for only this when I said I sensed she was a appendicitis and constipation was a symptom of this (they can be stingy with CAT scans here). The doc "do what you want" so I ordered labs and a CT and low and behold she had an appendicitis and was whisked away to the OR. Doctor Mama is in.
Worst Part of the Day-
Can anyone believe my Little Liam threw up again all over sheets, blankets and 2 sets of his jammies and 2 sets of mine tonight? It seems like we just did this yicky song and pukey dance...poor littlest man.
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