Watch Over Them

We've got enough medicine in our house to run a third world hospital. I went in to work this morning and found out I was put on Surgical Clinic. I spoke with Robert who thought it was best considering I'm sick and after he threw his ego around for a little while he told me I'd be scrubbing in with him in the afternoon for a procedure. Around 9 in the morning I went to the E.R to get something for my throat and Carter thougth it best to administer it via IV. 10 minutes later I felt like I had been given Atropine, and felt dizzy. Carter said it was nothing and I'd be fine. I went back to Surgery and it got worse. Robert pulled me aside and told me that Carter gave me the right medication, just the wrong type. Basically instead of giving me functionability antibiotics he gave me what would be administered if I were a patient and able to rest. We went to the E.R and Robert ranted at Carter saying, "Because your an idiot, I'm down a surgeon and now we're short staff. Do me a favor, if I need medical attention see to it that I get someone that knows what the hell they're doing" and walked away.

I got home before 10 and Mark seemed shocked that I was home. I told him what happened and he checked my BP. He then informs me that the antibiotic side effect that's most common is nervousness. I was so dizzy that I felt as though I was going to be sick. I went to bed but it didn't help.

Even right now as I type this I feel out of it, I might actually cut this short. I've got to be at work tomorrow morning to perform surgery on Liam the little boy hit by the car a few weeks ago. He needs surgery again but because of the high fever we can't operate until it goes down. Mark and I are in talk with Katherine (our past nanny) to take over for Callie who's depatring due to personal obligations. Tomorrow will be far more interesting than today.