last night’s call night was no picnic in the park, but it was much better than the previous one. i actually felt able to keep up with what was going on with most of the patients, and got an unprecedented 2 hours of sleep (interrupted, but still! not bad!). i think i’m also starting to see the light at the end of the PICU tunnel, with 4 overnight calls down and just 3 to go. i’m still hideously tired, but feeling pumped up from a post-call gym session, and things just seem . . . better.
you know what isn’t better, though? MY PICU PATIENTS. i will not be surprised if all 4 of my ‘primaries’ (we cover each other’s patients quite often, but have 4-5 consistent ones that we round on daily) outlast my length of stay in the PICU. i find it pretty frustrating, and sad.
hours of sleep: 2!
admissions: 2, and no one after noon on sunday.
length: 30 hours exactly (5:30 am sunday – 11:30 am monday)
cups of coffee: 2, one on sunday AM and one at midnight
midnight snax: yogurt-covered pretzels from the cafeteria. YUM.
number of casualties on drive home: none
overall annoyance level: (10 being highest) –> 4
percentage of time on monday AM rounds spent nearly falling over into a coma while standing up: 75% (i was awake when i was presenting my own patients, so that’s the other 25.)
amount learned on monday AM rounds: not one iota
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