Neurosurgery call sucks. Didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm running on some next shit at the moment.. 36 hours with all the trimmings can be something special sometimes.. some some some..
A guy got shot outside of our house the other day. 4 pops we heard, 4 shots there were, 3 in the head and one in the throat. Gruesome stuff. Makes you wonder about the neighbourhood.. although the fact that this was a proper hit as opposed to a random shooting is slightly comforting. It ain't pretty when the underworld surfaces. Two of my friends happened to be passing by and tried to resuscitate the guy. No use, he had no airway and was drowning in his own blood. I was post-call and in no mood to run downstairs in my pyjamas. Wise choice in the end, since the place was swarming with cops and onlookers within minutes.
Its Christmas season which means that the consultants start taking their teams out for lunches and dinners. Free food, free booze.. the works. Everyone forgets about the hospital, and the patients can have some alone time without all us crazy doctors running around conducting tests on them.
I was King of a castle this weekend. Lording it up down south, it was quite special. Was the official celebration of the birthday that never was this year. The official rescheduling means that I was born on the 16th this year. The 16th was a wonderful day. Today, the 19th, the day which is usually my birthday on any other year, was spent wandering around like a zombie due to lack of sleep.. it was foggy too, so it was quite depressing. No matter, the sun was shining on the 16th! Awesome birthday weather.
I guess the moral of this short monlogue is that you should reschedule your birthday around your life. If you can't do something special on the actual day, do it some other day. Why be sad when you can be happy?
Drifiting into sleep now. No pager to wake me up tonight, nothing to disturb my sleep until my alarm goes off at 6am and I have to get up and get on with it. Post-call delirium can strike in many ways.. some people go loopy, others get irritable.. me, I just lose a lot of inhibitions. There's something about being so damn tired that you can't take shit anymore.. so you just smile, pick it up, and heave it back to where it came from. People understand. Most of the time.