Every year, the Academy of Ophthalmology holds an annual meeting that most ophthalmologists attend. Those that are usually left behind are junior surgeons who end up covering the on-call pager.

I was unfortunate to be covering the primary pager for the hospital this weekend, which is Academy weekend. Generally speaking, this is the worst weekend to have an eye problem, because your primary ophthalmologist is probably out of town in a meeting (or getting drunk). My pager rang early yesterday morning with a long distance callback number. Bad news. When the emergency room or floor resident pages me, I usually receive the hospital extension. A long distance number always means that you’re getting shit that you don’t want to (and should not have to) deal with.

The call turned out to be from one of my attending’s wife. She woke up with an itchy eye and foreign body sensation. Her husband was at the AAO meeting in San Francisco, and she did not wish to bother him with a call. Her son-in-law, daughter, nephews, and nieces were all ophthalmologists at the meeting as well. Her primary ophthalmologist was in town, but she did not wish to bother him either because it was Saturday (Jewish sabbath).

WTF?

I suppose that leaves me, the on-call resident. I offered advice to the best of my abilities over the phone and offered to see her in the emergency room (the one where patients wait 4 hours to be triaged). She politely declined.

Lesson to be learned: if everyone in your family is an ophthalmologist except you, you should go with them to the Academy meeting.

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