on the admissions ward. There are some laughs too...
Yesterday I accompanied the consultant on his ward round. He handed me some notes to scribble in as he assessed a very large, ruddy faced chap with a grey beard, longish grey hair and a gruff voice. He had a mexican-style shawl wrapped around him... aging hippy, I thought.
We finished the consultation and we moved back to the nurse's station to discuss further investigations. I suddenly looked at sticker at the top of the page, and realised I'd made a mistake: I'd recorded the whole thing in the wrong set of notes.
I sheepishly interrupted the consultant (who's one of the nice ones so wasn't too worried about getting a shouting at), "I'm really sorry, I've just realised we've been looking at the wrong patient's notes, look" I say, pointing at the sticker.
My statement is met with a confused look. I can't quite understand why he hasn't picked up on the error...
"Look!" I say, "Maureen Bloggs*. We've just seen Mr... erm, Mr..."
The consultant smiles wryly. "Mrs. We've just seen Mrs. Bloggs. Bearded lady. You see them sometimes."
A mistake indeed but on my behalf

I'm learning fast

*name changed for anonymity!