Well, I didn't make up for much lost sleep... I got called in at 05:00 this morning, and I worked until 11:30 or something like that.
Most of my time was spent resolving SNAFUs with the inpatients that I had. The first patient was an easy exam, but the night tech was inundated with rather routine patients and couldn't do it. I stayed and helped him get caught up after I did my CT exam. I know that "I'm so far behind I'll never get caught up" feeling very well. So I was home by noon, and I decided that I needed a little nap. But the damned phone kept ringing... people trying to sell me stuff. Needless to say, they didn't sell me anything. But I got called about 14:00 for one patient, then I came home and got called at about 16:45 for another one. It's a little before 20:00 right now, and I'm hoping that I don't get called again in the next hour... the night tech comes in at 21:00 and he can do CTs for a while. However, the last time that I left, the ER waiting room was overflowing... that usually bodes ill. I have noticed that it's been a beautiful day again... the AC is still off, but it'll probably go back on tomorrow, it's supposed to get up past 90F. Ramping up for some more summer, I'm afraid. Smoking... still going really well. On every trip that I make to the hospital, I see someone standing outside the entrance sucking on a cigarette... I'm torn between envy and sympathy. Well, not really. I want to tell them how easy it is to quit... when you're quitting for the ten thousandth time. I don't really know what is making this work, but I do know that it's working... and, right now, that's all that I care about. However, if I had a better understanding, I could write a book and help lots of people... and, not coincidentally, make a lot of money. Both of which are worthwhile goals... When it all comes down to it, though, it's probably just Mom praying for me that did it. And I think that somebody already wrote a book about that...