For today I did something that here in my country, (as in many countries) is called Medical Magazine.
A Medical Journal for those who do not know the term is a meeting that takes place in a hospitalization room (in this case, a public hospital in my city) where I the adjunct (doctor of greater experience) performed the Post Residents -graducation (post-graduate students of Internal Medicine) to patients hospitalized for any pathology in a men's ward. Today was an atypical day, and I say it because generally the medical journal is an ACT that is not interrupted by any circumstance, unless a patient in the room becomes complicated.
But today, just today, my emotional intelligence was at stake, since the magazine was first interrupted several times without justification, until police entered the room as if it were their house because they had a prisoner (prisoner) handcuffed in a of the beds. The other and more important thing is that the residents did not put on the medical battery and the only one who put it on was a pink drop (when the demand of the hospital is a white robe). And last, but not least, one of the residents had to perform an emergency procedure on a patient with cerebral toxoplasmosis. That is why I say that today was the day of the handling of emotional intelligence in the new times.
However, and despite the standards of the hospital and how rigid it can be, I passed my medical journal so, not the suspension, first because the health of the patients is the first norm that one must fulfill #primunnonnocere: first no harm, and the absence of the medical journal is irreparable harm to them. And second, why not make it different or flexible? Well, I told them, that it went VERY well, the patients were amazed and many of the problems in the room were solved.
I appreciate this space, to share our experiences. Without a doubt, whoever reads me and the medical sea will feel identified.
