* * Anonymous Doc

Monday, November 28, 2011

Just tired. 27-hour shifts are torture. Don't even know what day it is anymore. Someone said something about the 28th, and it took me a few minutes to even know what month he was talking about, and whether he meant today. Yesterday becomes today. I go to sleep in the light, I wake up in the dark, I don't know what is going on. I eat two breakfasts and a half-dinner. This doesn't serve me or the patients very well.

Weird to be in charge. Don't feel in charge. Don't feel like I should be in charge, or like I'm ready to be in charge. I had to run a rapid response for a baby having a seizure. I don't know what to do with babies. We don't learn anything about babies. But in the middle of the night, we all do everything. Weekend overnight meant I was carrying six different pagers at once. I didn't know what was going on. I got paged four times while I was in the bathroom. I don't think I'm supposed to go to the bathroom. 27 hours and I don't think, technically, I'm supposed to go to the bathroom. This rotation cannot end soon enough.


  1. They have you taking care of the babies too? That seems crazy. I had a hard enough time figuring out what to do with my seizing adult patient tonight, let alone a seizing infant.

    Good luck surviving the rotation.

  2. what roataion is this? r u cheif resident

  3. Rough. Man. I remember those days, but I don't think I ever had to carry more than two pagers at once. Hang in there until something more fun and way less taxing comes up.


  4. woo-hoo... something i get to look forward to :/