And damned if it wasn't yet another one of them nights! Again, run run run. There were many people having a bad night, but I had no sympathy for them at all... I was using it all on myself.

Specifically, my feet hurt like hell, especially the right one. For a coupla months, I had a soreness at the head of my fifth metatarsal, and that seems to have spread to my heel, making walking painful.

And running is worse, of course, but dammit, I've gotta run to keep up.

I did get a little break, though, about 00:30... Suzanne, one of my favorite respiratory people, had a student with her, and she needed a dummy to do an EKG on... so I volunteered. I got to lay down for about 15 minutes on a hard x-ray table while the lady practiced.

There were, of course, multiple premature complexes; not enough to alarm me... if you want to see the full EKG, just click on today's picture... it's about 1.4 Megs, so be careful...

Man, I hate these twelve-hour nights... I really think that I work much better alone. Everyone else slows me down... of course, on a night like last night, I couldn't do it by myself...

But everyone is always gone by 23:00, unless it's really busy, in which case they usually volunteer to stay and help, which is greatly appreciated.

And the other thing about the twelves is that... they are so LONG! Not bad... unless you're busy.

So, I'm tired and sore and I'm starting to get a sinus infection... I begged a prescription off of the doc last night for some Zithromax, so I got started on that this morning. I hate green snot...

And I love my waterbed. Love it love it love it.

More tomorrow....