lost in translation

while waiting for an interpreter this morning, i decided to bite the bullet and tested my broken spanish (a la my new book) on my spanish-only speaking patient. it probably took 5x the amount of time that it would have taken in english, but i got some answers out of her. woo! thank god for the interpreter, though. at that rate, i would have kept the patient all day.

in other news, it was the day of the diabetic pregnant woman. insulin for everyone! i’m just waiting for the throngs of macrosomic (chunky monkey) babies.

the free food of the day was from the makers of premarin/prempro. yay for estrogen! we got a nice breakfast spread, plus the usual pens, notepads, and a funky light for my stethescope.

and… i’m officially addicted to coffee. i skipped it this morning, and nearly fell asleep on my 430am commute to the hospital, napped before rounds, and zoned my way thru rounds until breakfast– when i promptly downed a cup ‘o joe. oh well. i guess my abstinence couldn’t last forever.

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