72 hrs

It's been a long 72 hours, and it just ended with a nice smack of nastiness. I woke up on Thursday at 4:30, as usual and was rounding on my patients by 5:30am. Twelve hours of trauma calls, patient care, and ward scut later, I set out to interview 3 different patients so that I could write my required H&Ps. By 9pm, still in the trauma unit, I was busily typing away on my first H&P, determined to get one done that night. It was a full moon, and the night was unusually busy: a jumper, a critical gunshot victim (who had been attending a candelight vigil for a 16 year old shooting victim), and a pregant woman who had been ejected out of the back seat in a high speed accident, and the nightly usuals of old people getting into car accidents or intoxicated people getting assaulted. I went in on two surgeries that night, finished my H&P, and managed to round on my patients again by 5am and help my intern with all her work. By 8 am, I was sitting in class - 5hours of it- fighting desparately to stay awake, as my eyes continuously rolled into the back of my head, and I would occasionally realize that I was dreaming with them open. I made it home and to bed by 3pm that day - almost 34 hours after I had gotten up - and I fell asleep within minutes. I woke up again this morning, at 3am - after 12 hours of not very refreshing sleep - so that I could get to work early to help my resident with the morning notes. Somewhere in that process, I got confused and parked my car in the wrong place, and - after a very busy day that included two awesome surgeries (one of which I got to assist a bit on) and a difficult conversation with one of my patients about his metastatic cancer - I walked out around 6pm to find my car gone. It had been towed and the bastards who towed it are not open for pick-up until Monday, which allows them to charge me extra storage fees and make it extra difficult for me to get my car in the middle of a work day. Bastards. All I wanted was a peaceful day off.

(fortunately, i had some good friends take me out to dinner, and others attempt to temp me with some heavy drinking, which though appreciated, i sadly declined. now, as my eyes again begin to roll into the back of my head, i'm crawling off to bed).