Part of my job is getting people to sleep. No, I'm not a baby sitter. I'm an anaesthesiologist. I'm the guy whose profession evolved from the caveman who knocked you unconscious with a club so that the caveman surgeon could operate to the 18th century 'doctor' who held you down/choked you unconscious while the surgeon cut you up to operate on you. Yeah. That's me. Bet you were wishing I was the baby sitter now, huh?
Anyway, a funny incident happened last night. I was on duty last evening at the hospital and got a call of a VIP patient having pain following surgery. Now, it's definitely a common occurrence and usually there are orders for pain killers in their files. But the sisters and the patient's relatives kept saying the pain killers prescribed weren't enough. Being a VIP patient, they called me for a consult. By the time I arrived, he'd been shifted out of his private room and down…
