Last night started off really good... and wound up really shitty. Friday nights have a way of doing that...
As I said, everything was pretty leisurely until about 03:30, then I got a page to go to traumex. When I got there, the room was filled with people trying to restrain an 18-year-old man who was berserking. The doc wound up having to use a paralytic agent on him and putting an endotracheal tube down to support his breathing.
Allegedly, he had jumped out of the back of a pickup that was being pursued by the police for taking part in a drive-by shooting; he was certainly the worse for wear, lotsa bruises and road rash.
So far, no big deal. Business as usual.
We got him over to do a CT scan on his head and abdomen; doing the head was OK, but the scanner broke down when we were doing the abdomen. The CT guy that I called in did everything that he could think of, but we didn't get the exam completely done.
And, naturally, patients kept coming into the ED. Eileene was supposed to leave at 03:30 but, like the angel that she is, she stayed over until the place quieted down. This was more of a sacrifice than it seems... this was the eight night in a row that she had worked. I told her that I admired her dedication, and she told me that she just felt guilty... I asked her if there was really a difference?
I have picked up a speech habit from my brother Dan consisting of a rising inflection at the end of a statement, making it a kinda question? He says that he got it from his father-in-law from Pittsburgh? It sounds pretty good when he does it, but I'm doing it now and it kinda annoys me?
Anyhoo, I got off at 07:30, planning on coming home and going right to bed, but I had to check my email first. I glanced at the titles of some of the 500+ email that had accumulated in the diary-l list while I was gone last week... and they had had a religious argument without me! I was so disappointed in them... and I had to let them know. Some of them said that they were sorry, and they wondered why I didn't jump right in.
I have actually developed more of a live-and-let-live policy lately. Arguing about religion is really pretty pointless, and it takes up a lot of energy. Of course, sometime I do have too much energy, and I will waste it as I see fit. This has become less frequent lately, and I reserve my atheistic blatherings for those times when someone gets in my face with their religion. This seems to be happening less and less, though. Sometimes I miss it, but mostly I don't.
Back to real life... everyone got up shortly after I got home, and I didn't get to bed until about 10:00... 24 hours up. Too much. Finally, I slept until 14:30 or so, 
and woke up with a fever, and I don't really feel so good, nothing specific, but my face feels red and my belly is uncomfortable.
I'm forgetting to say something that I really wanted to say, I wonder what it could be. O'yeah! I got it!
Last night was a beautiful night weather-wise. Reminded me of fall, my favorite time of the year. And I was looking forward to coming home and getting some yard work done, I was really enthusiastic about it.
The last time that I'd looked outside was about 05:30, and it was, as I mentioned, quite lovely. But...
It was pouring rain at 07:30 when I walked out the door. O'well, I was really looking forward to working outside. I had really good intentions. I guess that it'll wait... it's waited quite a while already.
But I really hate to get enthusiastic about something, especially yard work, then not be able to do it.
Arrgh! This is too long and I haven't really said all that I was going to say, so I'll save it for tomorrow...