Oy Vey

So that treadmill I talked about in my last post has been ramped up tremendously. I was on call overnight last night and overall, from 7am yesterday to 1pm today was the worst 30 hours of my life. It was hellacious. It was a nightmare. I guess I'll have to get used to it, because I have one more call like that (and actually worse) on this rotation, and then I get that every fourth night throughout November and January.

I seriously never stopped getting paged. And I had no idea how to handle it. I mean, if I knew what to do (...I would not need residency!), the call would be easier, because it would just be about getting the work done. Instead all I can do is say, "Um, I don't know, let me call my senior resident." Oh, it was horrible. I signed out this afternoon, sobbed to my psychiatrist and to my mother, and then slept, and woke up and ate pad thai with my roommate and watched TV. And now for an early bed time.