It snowed last night! Just a light dusting, but a sure sign it's high time for me to head back to the lower 48. I just heard the morning flight to Anchorage was cancelled today due to "ice fog". It's a whole new vernacular for weather up here. Pray for good weather for my afternoon flight tomorrow. My biggest fear (after having to cross a frozen river to a laboring preterm patient, deliver her, and then warm the premie skin to skin while riding on a snowmachine back to the frozen river and into the medevac) is being stuck in Bethel beyond my allotted time here.
I'm actually writing this from my post in the inpatient ward. My service is "constipated" as my fellow family doc described it, meaning I've had no movement (aka discharges) in 3 days. I'm amassing an impressive service of stable but sick patients. But I've finished my morning rounds, and things are fairly calm here currently (famous last words). There has been a record low RMT calls today, likely because of the large "powwow" type convention in Anchorage this weekend for Native Alaskans.
My OB service has been quiet for the last few days as well. We did have two G9P8 patients (meaning they've been pregnant 9 times and had 8 previous babies - yikes!) deliver last night, though. One of them said "I never felt any pain during any labors, only when it was time to push." Which might explain the number of pregnancies...
As I know all too well, the tide can turn faster than you can say "activate the medevac!" I better grab lunch before the afternoon onslaught begins.
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