Good Night

Adrenaline is NOT a sleep aid. My job should come with a warning label. Arriving home from work at 8:30a having just ramped up for a resuscitation is not conducive to sleeping. I can think of a number of things I would rather do at the moment. Eat a hamburger. Drink a stoudt. Go to happy hour. Go dancing. Make-out on the face. Go for a long fast drive on open road. Get a pedicure. Go for a run. GO TO YOGA. Sit in the sun sipping a gin and tonic on the first WARM day of the season. NOT sleep. Definitely not sleep.

I started my shift convincing small children that their world would not in fact come to an end if they pooped (picture me sitting in a bathroom on an office chair having this discussion).

I’d rather start my shift with acute care and end it discussing Converse and suppositories with a person who has just mastered the English language.

So I’ll eat a meal, “nibble on a glass of wine,” down an Emergence-C with a side of vitamins and attempt to sleep so I can be appropriately rested for more – more poop, more secretions, more bodily fluids.