Snow Falling on Pavement

Thanksgiving was blissfully quiet on our unit, although three codes were called on the same patient over on one of the ICUs. Apparently they cancelled the third one because the patient pulled him/herself out of V-fib. Whoa. That's like, something to be thankful for, huh? I didn't even think you could spontaneously convert out of that kind of lethal arrhythmia but hey, what do I know? I suppose there are weirder things in life, like how a graduate of a theology program finds herself documenting the amount, color and consistency of liver abcess drainage for a living.

The end of daylight savings time is screwing with me though. It's all dark out by 5p.m., and despite the fact that I'm probably still working on my initial med pass and logic points to a different conclusion, I still get all excited when I look out of the windows at the black stillness and think, Homer Simpson-style, "Ooo! It must 9pm already! Almost time to go home!" only to look at the clock and realize I've only been at work for two hours. Doh!

We had about an inch worth of snow, yesterday, too, except all that's left of it is big crappy patches on the side of the road; a portent of the weather we still have left to endure. Sigh. A big fan of snowy, cold winters, I am not.

Maybe we'll go see the new Harry Potter movie this weekend, although book four is my least favorite in the series, and I tend to wait a few weeks to see a movie with such potential kid-draw because I am a curmudeongly old bitch in my dotage and can't stand sitting in a theater full of loud mouthed, mostly ill-behaved rugrats.