Lost In Tensive Care

Delirious.

I'm heading into my 10th 30 hour ICU call in 28 days.

This morning, 20 meters from where I sleep, a machine the size of my house was tearing up Eagle St. The road is full of potholes no longer. (I've blogged about the similarities between our street and the 80s arcade game Moon Patrol before!) In fact, the pavement has been stripped down 2-3 inches in preparation for complete repaving!

But the point of my story is that though the pavement miller was shaking the timbers of this old house, I slept on. Exhibit A: The effects of sleep deprivation. It's a good thing that I don't have to make life and death decisions under these conditions.

Seriously.

One thing I've learned after 4 months working in intensive care units is that I am not cut out for 30 hour shifts. I will continue to do my best and give my all when on call. But I am looking forward to my next shift in the emergency department: Thursday night trauma.

As usual, I don't want to see you at work!