The good news is, I got in my "afternoon nap" at 6 o'clock this morning. I reported for work (in my home office) only to find a mess of company e-mails indicating that the platform on which I work was completely futzed. I sent an instant message to my supervisor and she said, just go back to bed. Fortunately, I had not yet had my coffee, so I was able to go right back to sleep.
We're still futzed up, but we can work, sort of. We have been strongly admonished to keep a hardcopy record of everything we do today, in case none of it shows up in tomorrow's reports.
With all that in mind, imagine my amusement when my second job of the day involves a gynecological procedure performed by Dr. . . . well, I won't tell you his last name, but it is the same as that of a certain animal well-known for building dams across streams.
Now I'm in the midst of a report where the patient was brought to the emergency room after ingesting a razor blade. I just typed the following:
This is a . . . male, incarcerated in the jail. He has had multiple episodes of ingesting razor blades.
Um, excuse me, where is he getting the razor blades, and why did they not put a stop to this the first time he tried it??
Inquiring minds need to know!
UPDATE: It gets better. The doctor just dictated, "The patient probably has an underlying psychiatric issue."
Gee... ya think?