Just a quick post. I'm coming up on my black Saturday and I'm utterly out of energy. It's like when you are on call and you are exhausted and you look at your watch and it's only 8:30 pm and you realize as you count the hours that you aren't even half done yet. Yesterday I was on call and I started to fall asleep while writing a note, I wrote 2 sentences before I came to. I wrote something about bleeding and a patient needing a transfusion...the patient in question was in for irretractable migraines...scary...I went down stares and chugged two energy drinks...big ones (and then finished the day as fast as I could). I did a friend a favor today and stayed a little later. As a reward I got the most horrible admit a pediatrician has ever seen, I stayed an extra 3 hours on top of what I was already there for...seriously this kid has 20+ medications and his problem list is bigger than a geriatrics patient. People were apologizing that I was there that long, I don't complain to them, especially when it's something like that...I hate seeing other people do that - sometimes you get screwed, there isn't anyway around it, just deal with it and move on...when other people complain about their bad luck during work it just demoralizes me...but honestly I'd be lying if I told you staying way late and getting crazy patients like that doesn't effect me. I stay up late these days playing video games, surfing the net, and blogging (occasionally) mainly because I'm procrastinating...I really don't want to go back to work...at least not so soon. My wife and I feel like we get home, eat, sleep, and go back to work...I think in the back of my mind all this staying up is me trying to infuse a little "non-medicine" between the work-sleep-work part of things (not exactly a bright idea). We're both really starting to feel it. She complains that we never see each other anymore, but we really see each other as much as we can. I try to be the "bright side" of things and tell her it's just a blink away from over...I don't really feel like that either, but I feel like admitting to it would make it that much worse for both of us :P
Maybe that's why I really hate complainers at work...what makes it worse is that the ones that complain about work are also the ones that do the least amount of it. I like that country song - that says when you're going through hell, don't stop in it, just keep on going...don't pause to remark on the scenery just get on through it...on that note maybe I should stop messing around and get to sleep so I can get this rotation over with. Goodnight everybody. I hope you all are doing great and things are looking up : ) I'm out.
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