Well, yesterday I stated that I would be OK even if I didn't get any sleep. Yeah, well, I guess that I am OK, kinda. But really, really tard. 39 hours without sleep makes one that way, especially since 24 of them were spent working.
Nope, no sleep. I tried and tried and tried with no luck. What I should'a' done was turn on the damned air conditioner. I figgered this out when Karen came home and wanted it on.
Work cooperated with my mood, though. I had some exciting, or rather interesting, cases.
The main interesting one today was an 87 year old guy with a rupturing aneurysm. He was going to surgery as I was leaving this morning, but I really doubt that he'll survive... but I've been wrong before.
Yesterday there were two similar cases but on younger guys. One of them had a mesenteric bleed (the mesenteric artery supplies blood to the bowel) and the other one was a spontaneous splenic rupture. Weird cases, those two.
There were lotsa routing cases too, interspersed with the fun ones. But the point is, I was kept busy all night, and didn't have time to feel sorry for myself. This is a critical element in surviving without sleep. It's all over for me when I realize how much sympathy Doug needs and isn't getting. Pity party, I think it's called.
None of that for me today, though. I'm just going to go to sleep. Now.