It was a looooong night, and a boring one. I liked it a lot. Not too long ago, I didn't like boring, but it now has a lot more attraction for me...

We had a 20-month-old boy that we needed to do a CT scan on... he'd tumbled down the stairs. We tried once, and he was moving too much to get decent images... so we sent him back to the ED to get some meds. And the more meds that he had, the more agitated he got. Finally, dad had enough (of the whole situation, especially the mother, I'm afraid) and took them home AMA (Against Medical Advice). About an hour later, they're back... little kiddo is sound asleep. Dad had called his sister, a physician in another state, who had called him all sorts of a fool for not getting the CT done.

Three minutes after I got the kiddo on the table we were done. The exam was negative, as we'd all hoped it would be... it would've been a big surprise had it been otherwise... but we've been surprised before, and we haven't liked it. Even worse is to not get the scan and be surprised, however.

Anyway, I'm remembering why I love my job. When I'm not physically hurting when I'm doing it, that is. I started disliking it when my legs and feet started hurting on a regular basis. I need to get that fixed if I can... if I can't, I just need to find another job that I probably won't love.

It seems that there was a lot more that I had to say... O'yeah, yesterday was a beautiful day, it was reported. As will be today, and tomorrow. And then it's supposed to get crappy as I start my week off.

I will make good use of my time off, anyway. Don't worry.

I've only been getting eight hours of sleep this week, and that's probably about right, but I'm awfully tired and sleepy right now... I got the cure for that, though!

More tomorrow...