Once again, I ran all night... today, however, there was nobody that came in at 03:00 to relieve me.
So *all* of the paperwork got left for the day crew.
We had a young fellow come in who'd been shot in the pelvis about 02:00. I spent a lot of the night working with him, it seems. I asked him why the guy that shot him did that, and he told me, " I dunno... the guy is from Chicago."
I've never known too many people from Chicago, but I've known a few, and I don't think that it's normal behavior to shoot people there. Maybe I'm just behind the times.
I had an appointment to talk to the VP that's in charge of radiology... he wanted to ask me some questions for the awards banquet on Saturday. We talked for about 45 minutes, and he really seemed like a nice guy... I've never really talked to him before. I guess that I don't really think of administrators as human, really. And that's pretty silly.
I'm getting kinda worried about this banquet, though. I really hate having a fuss made over me. I'm gonna go, anyway.
Well, like I said, I'm tard, I'm going to bed. I forgot to set my alarm yesterday, and I slept until 20:00. And I had weird dreams. I was in a fight with something, and I couldn't use my right arm, so I was kicking it. Luckily, everything that I spit on would burst into flames... but I couldn't spit very far, because my face was numb along with my arm. When I woke up, my right foot was sore and my arm was asleep and my mount was so dry that I could spit cotton...
Most of that was from my bout at the dentist's yesterday. I have no idea what I was fighting, though, just some faceless immaterial something. Probably organized religion.