Laissez les bonnes temps rouler!

Wurk didn't suck tonight, which is amazing, because I worked an 11a-11p, and those are usually the suckiest of sucky nights.

I started out with three patients, went up to four at some point, discharged one, and admitted a cath lab transfer, whose groin didn't bleed or form a hematoma. I had all my meds, charting, and assessments in the computer by 9pm. It was beautiful. If a little boring. Everybody was sane, nobody rode the callbell all night long, no one had chest pain or dyspnea, blew their IV line or threw sandwiches across the room, no one had pharmacy issues or dietary issues or admission issues. I only had to call the house officer once, to hold a BP med. I actually got a half hour dinner at 6:00pm, and sat for the entire thirty minutes without someone calling me away from my sad little microwave meal to do something for a patient. (I rarely get fifteen minutes to eat dinner, and when I do, I'm eating an apple or something while charting or in between paging the house officer.). It was like that Walgreens commercial, about a utopian place called Perfect. Or as close to Perfect as hospital life gets.

Yeah, baby.