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May. 9th, 2014 10:13 pmGuppy pauses as he stands outside the ward. His ward, in fact, along with Dr Bell, the other consultant. In tiny letters above it reads the words 'Florey Ward', in grey text on white.
As he enters the ward an elderly man comes to the door, in his pyjamas and slippers.
"I'm going home." the man says, looking wistfully at Guppy.
"Are you?" Guppy asks. "You'd be cold in those pyjamas."
He looks at the wristband. "Come on Fred, let's go and find a nurse."
As he leads the man gently back up the ward, a young and frazzled-looking student nurse darts around the corner. His name badge reads 'Tom Button'.
"Oh Fred, come on mate, let's get you a cup of tea." the young nurse says. "Thanks." he adds to Guppy.
"I want to go home." Fred says.
"We'll get you out of here when we can." the nurse says kindly. "But we can't today, it wouldn't be safe. Let's get you some tea."
Guppy nods in approval. Later, he would find out that Fred had burned his house down.
When he reaches the nursing station, everyone looks hassled. Another patient keeps trying to wander into the sluice room, nobody is able to answer the phone, and there's a scramble for computer space. He scans the crowd to look for the F1, the most junior doctor, and generally the one that organised the list.
As he approaches, the crowd suddenly appear to realise that the new boss is in the building, and eyes turn towards him. The F1 jumps out of his chair, and stands at attention next to the printer, willing the list to move faster.
"Dr Sandhu?" the nurse in charge leaps up to shake his hand. "I'm Martin, we spoke on the phone."
Guppy shakes the hand firmly. The fact that everyone else is nervous makes him feel marginally better.
"Nice to meet you all. Let's crack on with the board round, and I'll try and learn names as we go?"
"Board round... oh, of course, let me gather the physios." Martin says. "That's Shaun, your F1, there's an SHO and a reg to come."
Guppy can tell the board round isn't normally done. For one thing, they have to move furniture. But it's good to get everyone together at the start of the day.
"You have the eighteen patients in blue, and Dr Bell has the ten in red." Martin explains.
"What's this S magnet next to the names?" Guppy asks.
"Social." Martin says.
Guppy stares at the board. So twelve of his eighteen patients are social - essentially, medically fit with nowhere to go.
"We'd better get cracking then." he says.
There's a lot of work to do.
As he enters the ward an elderly man comes to the door, in his pyjamas and slippers.
"I'm going home." the man says, looking wistfully at Guppy.
"Are you?" Guppy asks. "You'd be cold in those pyjamas."
He looks at the wristband. "Come on Fred, let's go and find a nurse."
As he leads the man gently back up the ward, a young and frazzled-looking student nurse darts around the corner. His name badge reads 'Tom Button'.
"Oh Fred, come on mate, let's get you a cup of tea." the young nurse says. "Thanks." he adds to Guppy.
"I want to go home." Fred says.
"We'll get you out of here when we can." the nurse says kindly. "But we can't today, it wouldn't be safe. Let's get you some tea."
Guppy nods in approval. Later, he would find out that Fred had burned his house down.
When he reaches the nursing station, everyone looks hassled. Another patient keeps trying to wander into the sluice room, nobody is able to answer the phone, and there's a scramble for computer space. He scans the crowd to look for the F1, the most junior doctor, and generally the one that organised the list.
As he approaches, the crowd suddenly appear to realise that the new boss is in the building, and eyes turn towards him. The F1 jumps out of his chair, and stands at attention next to the printer, willing the list to move faster.
"Dr Sandhu?" the nurse in charge leaps up to shake his hand. "I'm Martin, we spoke on the phone."
Guppy shakes the hand firmly. The fact that everyone else is nervous makes him feel marginally better.
"Nice to meet you all. Let's crack on with the board round, and I'll try and learn names as we go?"
"Board round... oh, of course, let me gather the physios." Martin says. "That's Shaun, your F1, there's an SHO and a reg to come."
Guppy can tell the board round isn't normally done. For one thing, they have to move furniture. But it's good to get everyone together at the start of the day.
"You have the eighteen patients in blue, and Dr Bell has the ten in red." Martin explains.
"What's this S magnet next to the names?" Guppy asks.
"Social." Martin says.
Guppy stares at the board. So twelve of his eighteen patients are social - essentially, medically fit with nowhere to go.
"We'd better get cracking then." he says.
There's a lot of work to do.
