Friday, May 15, 2009

Call on Me, Brother, When You Need a Hand...

been taking a lot of call this week. a few night ago i was snoring and drooling on the couch at home at about 10:30pm when the BHE woke me up with "i think your beepie thing is going off." it had, in fact, gone off twice...so i made haste to get to the hospital. was there for a few hrs and got back home and to bed about 2am...only to wake up to my regular alarm to go to regular work at 5:30. then i was supposed to be on call all this weekend, but people in my department more driven then myself picked up about 2/3 of it. even so, it's 9pm on a friday and i'm just getting home from the hospital.

but i don't mind. this might change as the novelty of being on call wears off, but i so much love being in the hospital, that i sort of enjoy even these odd hours. being there in the middle of the night means getting out of my warm bed/off warm couch and having to drive and park and get dressed in scrubs and be functional at the OR table....but it also means i get to be part of the heartbeat of the hospital, which is infectious. (not literally, usually). in my past career in the hospital i had the same feeling. just walking through the door, smelling that comfortable blend of disinfectant, human stink, and cafeteria peas and carrots is simply....irresistable. :)

this might make me officially sick in the head, huh? forget it, i'm going to bed.

1 comment:

blogger fan said...

i hope you'll be updating your blog soon - i've been enjoying reading your entries!

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