I ended up with the same nightmare-situation, I can't believe this is happening patient that I had over the weekend. Only with more tubes and wires and with a worse blood pressure, if such a thing were possible.
Then somehow I got a NICU patient as well. Now, I don't do newborns; never have. But they had to overflow the NICU somewhere, and so up I ended with some five-pound, very sick little kid. RSV, or something. Anyway, kid couldn't breathe. Bad deal.
Then I got *another* patient, who just sort of left the room and disappeared. Guess I should've been happy that one could walk, but I would've liked to have seen her before she left the floor.
Just about that time, Mom called with the news that Dad had left her for some 50-year-old ER nurse. She looked a proper chippie, too. Mom decided to move in with me.
And then I had to find some obscure diagnosis in some obscure book that kept changing titles every time I put it down, while trying to figure out why there was an obese, bloated, bald teenager sitting on a stool on the other side of the counter.
I woke up just after the OR called and some surgeon was talking to me like I was Central Sterile.
No more combinations of "House", loaded baked potato, and Dogfish Head IPA right before bed.