I never got a nap last night, just tossed and turned.... But the machine got fixed! I am ***so*** happy about that! But I only got called once, about midnight. Pretty simple case, I was back home by 01:00. However, anticipating a phone call, I stayed up until about 02:30 before I ventured back to bed. Then... I tossed and turned until about 04:00. I finally wakened Karen and asked her to give me a back rub, and I was asleep in ten minutes. That lady has soothing hands. I knew that I had at least one patient to do this morning, so I set the alarm for 06:30, but I got called at 06:20. It was just a question about a patient prep, and I went back to sleep for nine minutes or so before the alarm went off. Then I snoozebarred for about a half-hour or so. I wound up doing three patients before clocking out and going up to get some coffee and I came back down to find yet more orders, so I clocked back in and began a four-hour battle to get an ICU patient done. All kindsa complications, each of which had to be solved in its own time. So after that, I clocked out again and kinda browsed about the hospital, going up to drink coffee and smoke and read on the PPC... still on the Three Musketeers. Finally about 15:00 I decided that enough was enough, nobody wanted me so I would just go home. And took a nice nap, after another nice backrub, until about 18:00, when karen woke me up with the phone in her hand. Went in and did a single patient, and here I am back again, wondering what kind of a weekend this is? Usually I hardly even get a break, and now I don't know what to do with all of this slack time. It was raining when I got up this morning, and it still is... nice, steady rain. Cool. Brisk, almost. I didn't wear my sandals in this last call, didn't want to get my feet wet and cold at the same time, heh. I had on-call dreams last with my "naps"... not about the things that happen when I'm on call, but about the hospital not being able to get ahold of me. Y'know, the phone just rings and rings and rings and I can't answer it, I can't move... the pager goes off, and I'm looking all over the place for a phone and a phone cannot be found... I get lost on my way to the hospital... those kind of dreams. 20:10... how odd. Did they forget that I'm on call? It's never, *never* this unbusy. Usually, remarking on the slackness is frowned upon, just asking for trouble. When I worked nights, I *liked* trouble... after all, trouble is not boring, and I hate hate *hate* being bored, y'know?