"He who wants by the mile and tries by the inch should be kicked by the foot"
And last night was a pretty decent night, after a good day's sleep. Got to sit down and eat dinner, then later I drank coffee and BSed whilst a couple of my buddies ate. That was ended with a page from the ED, however, and I spent the next two hours being pretty busy, but nothing that I couldn't handle.
No code red traumas, no code blues... I did have one very drunk lady early who had fractured her wrist. She told me that she thought that she could kill the pain if she drank enough whisky, but she couldn't drink enough whisky. She had a good sense of humor, anyway.
Cold outside... like about 19 or so. Early winter... supposed to snow on Wednesday, I hope that doesn't interrupt my plans to visit Mom in Enid.
One problem with not being busy... it makes me realize of the toll the last three nights have taken on my legs and feet. If I don't have to move fast, every step is painful, but when I'm running I don't notice it. Adrenalin is wonderful, I guess.
Anyway, I start the twelves tonight, and my least-favorite doc is back on, the one who killed me Wednesday and Thursday. I say that he's my least-favorite, but the problem is I probably personally like him more than any of the others... it's just that he orders so damned many x-rays!
So... I need to take the pills and get to bed...