Weekend again!

I went back to the respiratory ward in the evening to pay a visit to Mrs A since she has been transfered down, and I met another patient Mrs T who is on the opposite bed of Mrs A.
Both of them are so funny and three of us were laughing like mad.
Both of them are on steroids to control their symptoms, and it makes them crazy hungry. So they're scoffing a lot of food down, and even offering me crips to eat. haha
Imagine the three of us having a picnic in the respiratory ward!

And then when I was about to go home, one of the patients was not feeling very well and had wet his bed, and I followed the FY1 to review the patient. Took bloods and ABG off him.
Me: Sir, would it be alright if I took some bloods off you?
Patient: What if I said no?
FY1: Then we would have to pin you down and force you to give us bloods then
hahhahahahhaa.
It's so funny how somebody who is so ill can still attempt to be cheeky!
Then went back to the doctor's room, and helped write up the paperwork for the bloods to be sent off, and then FY1 asked me what investigations need to be done for him. I told him, "U&E's, full blood counts, cultures etc". He was like, "Oh yeah, blood cultures that's a good idea."
and he wanted me to write in glucose for investigations done, and I was like "We didn't collect blood for blood glucose to be tested."
I think he was probably too knackered to think straight, as it was already 10pm and he was on call and had been working the whole day. hahhaa.

Spent the remaining of my Friday night, drinking at the local pub- The Fluke again. At this rate, I have a feeling that my liver is going to go ka-put soon. Oh yeah, I met Ade the FY2 in my respiratory ward with his tall, blonde hot fiancee there, and he bought me a drink :) and he promised to let me do ABG's (arterial blood gas) next week. hehe. I met Ian the surgical registrar there, and I committed one of the biggest no-no which is to ask him about the patient at a pub. Apparently the patient who I clerk, examined and scrubbed into the operation for the abdominal aortic aneurysm is now in intensive care unit as he has developed a pulmonary oedema. *gasp* Poor guy =( He was perfectly well before the surgery, and he did the surgery thinking that it would get rid of the risk of his anuerysm rupturing and now it has become worse :( *sobs* I am hoping that he would get better soon!!!

I also asked Ian how many units of alcohol he drank.
At first he said it was 41 units, and then he changed it to 38 units of alcohol.
and he said he was at the fluke 4 times a week.
"But you still managed to look so sober for ward rounds and clinics!!"
"38 units of alcohol is too much! You're gonna get your liver shot!"
Doctors are so amusing, I think they don't follow the advices they give to patients :P

Anyway, spend most of Saturday studying and sleeping. Then at night, went to tescos to get some groceries and wine! The 4th years were having a christmas party in the common room. When I came back, I met Gav and I went to his flat, and he fed me carrot cake with custard and orange juice :) and we hung out in the kitchen chatting and gossiping :) Later I went downstairs to join the party, and drank some wine :) Got a bit high and cheekily asked alistair if he was gay, cause I heard that he is very good at baking. Anyway that is certainly NOT a very good reason to ask guys if they are gay. Anyway he said he wasn't.