call

saturday call was legendarily bad.

all day today the only thing people asked me was "so. have you recovered from your bad call?"

patients upon patients. upon patients. phone calls from worried parents. consults. dying babies. multi-hospital rescue procedures. urgent, emergent. two fellows and two attendings worked round the clock, through the night, non-stop. we all failed to eat or drink or sleep for at least thirty hours. okay, i exaggerate. twenty-four of the thirty. we ate a little. and stole little boxes of gatorade to suck down when we passed by a patient nutrition cart.

the good thing about it is that everyone else thought it was bad too. i didn't know; it was my first saturday call, and for all i knew it could always be that bad. if that were the case, i don't know that i'd be able to keep a good attitude about working that hard every time i'm on call. i think i might start seizing up and going to the bathroom on myself anytime my beeper went off.

oh, that's right. i'm a pediatrician, and a lady, and i ought not be so crude.

going potty on myself.