I just finished day 6 of a 7 day enduro-shift. Somehow my juggling of shifts at the Yard and St.D's left me with a marathon of 7 shifts in a row. This last weekend was ridiculous, all the more so because it just ended....early Tuesday morning.
After three shifts at the Yard I went in for a St. D's couplet of weekend nights. Spent Saturday afternoon dreading the pain of a 12 hour night shift and even then it was worse than I expected. The day guy had left me 5 patients to start with--so I started at 6pm already 5 down. That lazy sack of shit even had a resident with him--WHO HAD BEEN CALLED IN EARLY! I'm not so offended that the resident was called in early (to help this lazy jerk work a soft Saturday morning), so much as that meant he was sent hom early, leaving me solo from 8pm on for rough Saturday night. This old guy is one of the old guard that almost destroyed the ED--I'm just sickened by his laziness. Spent the night hungry, tired, with patients dying, and always being two or three down....just a miserable shift. But the chickenshit factor is low so I can accept the pain and just endure it. Pain I can handle. It's frustration that un-man's me.
Ended the shift and went to Stater Brothers for Newcastle Brown Ale and Baker's for burritos (beer good, burritos bad). Ate and slept in the call room and woke up at 2pm feeling decent after 6 hours of sleep. Watched football and got ready for the next night shift--it was painless. I then went to a St.D's meeting (mainly to learn from the site director who is a young savant) and drove to the Yard. I was in bed in the Yard well lighter noisy call room at 11am and up at 3 for my 4 o'clock curtain call. A little woozy to start the shift, but miraculously the PA was sick and the spot had been filled by...Pableo, the other new doc. He works like a stevedore and made for a nice night.
In a few minutes I'm going to climb into the bed I last saw 72 hours ago.
I was telling Pableo about my 7 day stretch. He pointed out that in these seven days I'll make as much money as I made in three months as a resident. It's a nice perspective to sleep on.
U-561
After three shifts at the Yard I went in for a St. D's couplet of weekend nights. Spent Saturday afternoon dreading the pain of a 12 hour night shift and even then it was worse than I expected. The day guy had left me 5 patients to start with--so I started at 6pm already 5 down. That lazy sack of shit even had a resident with him--WHO HAD BEEN CALLED IN EARLY! I'm not so offended that the resident was called in early (to help this lazy jerk work a soft Saturday morning), so much as that meant he was sent hom early, leaving me solo from 8pm on for rough Saturday night. This old guy is one of the old guard that almost destroyed the ED--I'm just sickened by his laziness. Spent the night hungry, tired, with patients dying, and always being two or three down....just a miserable shift. But the chickenshit factor is low so I can accept the pain and just endure it. Pain I can handle. It's frustration that un-man's me.
Ended the shift and went to Stater Brothers for Newcastle Brown Ale and Baker's for burritos (beer good, burritos bad). Ate and slept in the call room and woke up at 2pm feeling decent after 6 hours of sleep. Watched football and got ready for the next night shift--it was painless. I then went to a St.D's meeting (mainly to learn from the site director who is a young savant) and drove to the Yard. I was in bed in the Yard well lighter noisy call room at 11am and up at 3 for my 4 o'clock curtain call. A little woozy to start the shift, but miraculously the PA was sick and the spot had been filled by...Pableo, the other new doc. He works like a stevedore and made for a nice night.
In a few minutes I'm going to climb into the bed I last saw 72 hours ago.
I was telling Pableo about my 7 day stretch. He pointed out that in these seven days I'll make as much money as I made in three months as a resident. It's a nice perspective to sleep on.
U-561
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