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.