Rough night, but I got about ten hours of sleep yesterday, so I was able to handle it OK... it was even more of a zoo than usual when I got there, the ambulances had been pouring in steadily for a coupla hours.
Nothing serious as far as trauma goes, though.
But still lotsa sick people. Healthy young people (like, below 30) coming in with pneumonias and damned near dying from it... spending a month or two in the ICU on vents... sick like that.
Younger people that don't like to go see doctors, so they don't until they're really, really sick. They have no idea how sick they are until the come in the door, and some of them don't realize how sick they are until they just can't breathe by themselves any more.
It must be really scary for them. You can see it in their eyes sometimes... this can't be happening to them, they've never been sick in their entire lives!
In a way it's kinda amusing, watching people realize that they're not immortal. Amusing for me anyway, since I have no doubts about my own mortality... but I remember how I felt when I figgered it out.
Yep, my first heart attack did that for me. Every day that I've lived since then has been, and continues to be, gravy.
Uhhh... and same for the last one. Heart attack, I mean.
O'wait, I'm supposed to call them MIs. Myocardial Infarction.
What I'll feel like after the next one? I'll wait (hopefully a long time) and see. I'll let you know, if I can.
This stupid little kitten that we have is an endless source of amusement. She does the most amazing leaps, frequently at nothing... nothing that *I* can see, anyway... and takes the most amazing pratfalls. Then gets up and does it again.
Watching her and Callie (formerly BabyCat) is a show. Callie, who is clawless front-paw-wise, will just hold her away with one paw on the little ones head, kinda like the cartoon big kid/little kid fight. Fluffy will break through and go right for the neck and the fight is on. Then Callie will actually sit on the little one until she gets so mad that she squeals. Callie lets her up, then they start all over again.
But enough about my cute cats. Sam is still a wimp. His feeling were hurt when we got Callie, even more when we got Fluffy and when the Monster returned... well, that was the last straw. Sam is officially a recluse now. And we're all better off for it. He wants to be an only cat, and he can't, so he's pouting about it.
Let's see if he outlives 'em then!
Onward, bedward.