Friday. The thirteenth. A day for the superstitious to fear, or defy. The drunk ones are defiant.
I don't need to worry about them at all, though. Well, maybe just a little bit, if they cause major trauma to themselves or to someone else... Lousy night's sleep again last night, dammit. I've got to figger out this "sleep nights - work days" thing. Also, getting up in the middle of the night tempts my old smoking habits... so I've been staying in bed and roughing it out. So... no smoke. I saw the cardiologist who did the angioplasty and told him that I'd quit since then... he seemed genuinely happy for me. Gave me the warm fuzzies, it did. No patients today from 16:00 to 16:25, so I thought about leaving early, since I'm on call. But the phone rang at 16:26, and all hell proceeded to break loose... I did five patients, including four contrast studies, before 19:00. And tonight my least favorite radiologist is on, too. He was not happy with having to work. Usually I can joke around with him enough to where he becomes tolerable, but I was too busy tonight to humor him, and he remained humorless. Humorless people are no fun to be around, dammit. Weather here is really pleasant... cool, low humidity, light breezes... we've got the house open and the AC off. Supposed to be nice throughout the weekend... I've got at least one patient to do in the morning, not counting the ER ones that I'll probably have... and it seems to be getting late, so I'm going to go to bed shortly to make up for last night. Y'all have a fun weekend!