Finally... a decent night. I even had time to sit down and eat!
It didn't start out that way, though, it looked pretty rough there for a while. The other hospital's scanner is still down, and I did one patient from over there, but then nothing... which was great. And, when their scanner is down, they don't accept critical patients, which means that we would get them all... and there weren't any.
And it was a cool, clear night... just beautiful, the low was around 50F or so.
21:15...
Floyd is being very bad. I wish I was there... I've always wanted to see a hurricane... I've seen about everything else, weather-wise.
Nah... I take that back. I like it here. People who are there have my sympathy.
Nine more nights.
The lady with the galloping pneumonia was off the breathing machine last night and doing much better, but she's still got a ways to go. I probably won't see her again, though... she'll probably get transferred out of the ICU and get her chest x-rays during the day.
And the shot kid was pronounced dead and they salvaged his organs yesterday. His death will allow a few people to live, or to live fuller lives. Pretty damned cool. really... something good, salvaged out of something very very bad.
Once you get over the ghoulishness of the whole thing, anyway... some people never can get over it. This kid's family was very broadminded about it, and that is very unusual.
I asked my supervisor if I could just work ten-hour nights the last three nights of this rotation... the prospect of three twelves in a row scares me right now. I think that she'll go along with that... she owes me big-time for working this stretch and saving her a lot of problems. I hope that she feels that way about it, anyway.
OK, I'm off to work...
And I got a good eleven hours of sleep. That's too much, I think. Everything is going in slow motion. More coffee is a necessity.