Actually, this was written throughout the night... while you were sleeping...

A slightly slower night tonight, so far (X = crossed fingers).

Reflections on the last two nights here at the hospital:

A relatively young, attractive woman, well-endowed and rather intoxicated, injured in an auto accident (bruised ribs), told me "Hold my breast" while she was moving onto the xray table. No thanks, I don't need a lawsuit, lady. That's a little beyond what I consider helping people.

A nurse in the ED told me, "Doesn't it make you feel good knowing that you can still kick ass when you need to?" I told her that I knew I still could, had no doubts whatsoever, but I didn't really want to.

I wrote and FTP'ed yesterdays' entry, then took a long warm shower and went to bed. I was immediately asleep, but I was wakened in about 15 minutes with cramps in both of my legs. I had to get up and walk around for about a half hour before they went away. Wide awake again, I got on-line and found that I couldn't go anywhere. Nothin' there. Errors, "Is this really the right address?". No mail. But I could still connect. So I went back to bed and read about three minutes and fell asleep. Nothing like total physical and mental exhaustion to cure insomnia!

Every time this happens (two or three really hard nights in a row) I wonder how long I can keep this up. I do love my job, but the pace sometimes would kill a younger healthy person. Most of the time, though, it's OK.

I'm still exhausted, even after eight hours of sleep. My legs are kinda rubbery. I really gotta start exercising so I can do nights like that. I gotta start exercising anyway. And quit smoking. And start eating healthy-like. Although the last two nights I've cut down on the smoking a whole bunch... a pack in two days! Usually it's a pack/pack-and-a half a day. However, it really doesn't count unless it's by choice. And it wasn't this time.

I never heard from JD Saturday night, I assume that he made it back to Huntsville OK. I was too busy to answer the phone here, so if he called when he got there I missed it; and gave him a good excuse if he didn't: "I tried to call, but no one answered the phone!"

I decided to write up my bald story and send it in to the Readers Digest, see if I can make some bucks with it. Bucks are nice...

04:30, still not too busy.Really nice, I feel like I'm getting rested up! I'm still going right home and going to bed, though. Spent a lot of time tonight socializing. Found out that one of the drunks last night, when asked what kind of medication he was on, replied "Marijuana, cocaine and funny mushrooms." And he was serious. Also on board was a near-lethal level of alcohol... true story!

And once again, it's bedtime. One more night to go!