And Friday night was about as bad as it gets. Run my ass off, I did. Yep, drunks. With a few just plain sick people thrown into the mix.
Luckily, it was only eight hours... well, closer to nine by the time I got outta there... and my butt is a-draggin'...
20:08...
The gallopin' pneumonia lady was still tubed last night, but she was much better, she actually smiled at me when I told her that she had to smile if she wanted a good x-ray. I enjoy joking with my patients, sometimes they get a kick out of it, sometimes they don't, sometimes they can't respond at all... but I always enjoy it, and that's what counts, heh...
Patients are the most enjoyable part of my work, in almost every case. Hardly any of them have heard my lame jokes, and I can almost always get a chuckle out of them, even the grimmest and the drunkest. Well, maybe not the drunkest... I don't usually feel like joking with them at all, and it's not like they'll remember anything anyway.
I generally have an uncaring attitude with drunks. I try, on a fairly constant basis, to overcome this, but I usually fail. They are unpleasant to be around and there is generally nothing to be learned from them, unless it's the stupidity of the mechanism of their injuries and the extent of those injuries...
Karen says that it was another beautiful day, which, for me, means people out hurting themselves. More work. I like rainy, gloomy days, where everyone stays home and behaves... or walks to their neighborhood bars instead of driving across town and back. It's the driving back that usually gets them, of course.
Time for a shower and work now... more tomorrow.
Much better after a nice leg and back rub and ten hours of sleep... the house is full of kids, it seems. Lacee and Patrick and Drew are all here, and Brian came over from Lawrence but he's staying the night with his daddy Matt.