Merry Christmas to every intoxicated homeless person who came into the hospital this weekend, and an even merrier Christmas to those of you who decided to hold off until Monday, when I'll be on an entirely different rotation.
But the merriest Christmas to my three patients who each decided they wanted to be home for the holidays so much that they would sign themselves out against medical advice and go home.
Well, the merriest Christmas to the two of them who actually made it home, and a slightly less merry Christmas to the one who got to the parking garage, fell, and had to be wheeled back in.
Merry Christmas to the nurse who brought in cookies for everyone. A less merry Christmas to the other nurse, who ate them all before any of the doctors finished rounding, and so there weren't any left.
Merry Christmas to the night resident, who came in half an hour early to relieve the day team, just because she figured she could give us a few extra minutes of holiday to enjoy.
A less merry Christmas to the chief resident, who wouldn't let us sign out a minute ahead of schedule, leaving the night resident wondering why she even bothered trying to do something nice.
Merry Christmas to the people who've been reading this.
A less merry Christmas to the people who haven't been. :)