It's also for hemorrhoids

The "H" on the roof doesn't stand for "Hotel"
--Jeffy Parsons-Sheldrake
This blog is turning into a House of God jaded type of criticism about the medical world. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just becoming a pointless complainer. But If I compare myself to Samuel Shem, the similarity is in the insight I attempt to offer into the cynical side of the practice of medicine. Like you don't get enough of that from House.

A good rule of thumb about a psychiatric patient in the ER is that if they want to stay in hospital, they shouldn't be there, and if they don't want to be there, maybe they ought to stay. Unfortunately, conflict often results when people have an expectation that they ought to be in hospital and I do not. For reference, my rule of thumb is that a person ought to be in hospital if there is something that we will do here that they cannot do at home.

Although I tend not inflict my most scathing sarcasm on patients in general, I have a saying [above] about the big "H" on hospitals.

In our case, the oppposite has been true. Cheryl and the kids came with me to Campbellford to close this weekend. I hadn't realized it wa a holiday weekend when I signed up for it, and we contemplated doing some camping with me present between my two nights on call, but elected in the end to stay in the [relative] comfort of the doctors' lounge and the on-call room here.

My call last night was busy, but I managed today with only a few hours extra sleep, and tonight is clearly much better.

I wouldn't have time to blog otherwise.