One morning when I came onto the ward during residency, I overheard that the on-call third year resident yelled at a nurse early that morning because she called him at 7AM for a systolic BP of 182.
"I can't believe you woke me up for a blood pressure of 182!" the resident allegedly ranted. "You know, I had a blood pressure of 160 over 90 this week!"
I thought the resident was wrong to yell. I mean, that's a significant blood pressure and the nurse needs to inform the doctor. OK, she could have waited an hour till I got there. But who the hell is still sleeping at 7AM anyway?? That's a nice life he's got.
"Dr. David has a blood pressure of 160 over 90?" another nurse said. "He's probably going to have a stroke."
I felt pretty sure that Dr. David was totally going to get away with this minor transgression. He's of the young, good looking male doctor variety, so I figured he could get away with yelling for basically no reason. But no (sort of). The nurse told on him to our attending. Who laughed.