Ass-kickin' night, and I wasn't doin' any kickin'.

I got four segments of 1.5 hour sleep yesterday... not enough for an active night. And it was an active night...

Shortly after I got there, one of the ambulance guys said that they'd had a call to a shooting scene... one dead and two wounded. The next time I heard anything about it was a coupla hours later... the "fatality" had a head wound... and he got up and left the scene. Many warrents out for him I guess. We never saw either of the others... they either declined treatment or went to the other place.

And later, we heard of a real fatality shooting, but we didn't get that one.. it was "'DRT" - dead right there.

The night before, there was a woman who ran over a guy and dragged him several blocks. Seems that she'd got out of jail less than a year ago for killing her husband. This guy's name was Woodie... I think JD might have worked with him.

So, anyway, all of the evening techs left. Then the shit hit the fan... nothing interesting, just a lot of work. And, once again, they decided to use the traumex room as a patient room, therefore cutting my throat effeciency-wise. I had to call in help for an hour or so, since I had a couple of stat floor/ICU patients to do at the same time.

And I totally missed getting anything to eat. About 03:30 I got a handfull of saltine crackers and a cuppa coffee.

And I really get tired of bitching... but, man, I'm tired, and my body is sore all over. Interestingly, though, my spirits are pretty up for some unknown reason...

Karen and Kim are going to KC on one of their semi-annual outings... and they're taking Lacee for the first time. And is she ever excited!

But... there has been a glitch. Steve, Kim's kinda ex-husband or something, injured his arm last night playing softball. She tried to get him to go in to the ER last night, but he didn't want to. Now that he's slept on it, it's necessary to have it taken care of. He probably sobered up and it started hurting... anyway, Kim's gotta take him in to the hospital. His roommate Matt doesn't want to drag his ass outa bed to help him out...

And, on that note, I'm going to bed.