Shift from hell yesterday. It was like the 12 Days of Christmas Emergencies….12 colds and coughs, 11 migraines ringing….5 abdominal painnnnnnnns, 4 chest pains, 3 hurty ankles, 2 broken legs and a post arrest resuscitationnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
We have a tree, yes. I didn’t go too crazy on presents this year, mostly donated money to UNICEF, CBM, The White Helmets and World Vision. I don’t know how much those donations actually help or get to the people in need, but I have to tell myself at least a fraction of a donation is better than no donation at all.
Last year Audree (other ESS resident) and I had a big Christmas Eve dinner for all the orphan docs also stuck working over the holidays. It was a blast. Any dinner party that involves two-stepping in the kitchen with one of your attending’s kids while others are attempting the final lift from Dirty Dancing in the living room, is a success in my opinion.
I just can’t get excited about being here, stressed about being on call, and having no friends or family around for any celebrations. And because I’m on call I can’t even drink at this little pity party I’m having for myself !!!
Merry Christmas to all y’all, enjoy a heavily spiked eggnog on my behalf. xx