smirkingatyou

i just finished my last call night for this rotation. i got to spend it with two cool residents. the female resident kept making smartass comments. at one point she suggested that she and i should go into business selling pain meds on the street. the going rate for oxycontin is $4/mg. now consider that a prescription can be for anything from 20 to 320 mg per day. later in the night, we discussed the pro's and con's of a $750-dollar-per-week cocaine habit.

--her: we could throw a party. oh! and we could get hookers.
--me: with that much blow, we wouldn't need to pay for hookers.

the male resident also joined in. together, we tried to figure out how much coke you could get with $750. this is what your doctors are doing at 1am when the sick people won't let them sleep.

at another point in the night, after a patient in the emergency department offered to "love on [her] earlobes", she got a page saying that another patient's water had just broke. we rushed to the room to check on things. she told me i could catch the baby. i was psyched. however, when we arrived we discovered that nothing had broke. apparently, expectant mothers like to tease everyone by springing a leak every-so-often. hours later, the baby was still quite happy to float in its own pee, so we sent the woman home. i'm determined to one day catch one of those little buggers.

i'm always useless when i'm post-call. i need to cook, but i won't. it's 4:30pm. if i can make it until 7, i should be able to get some good sleep without waking up too early. wish me luck.