It seems like this month on ICU, I can't have a quiet night of call. It's full of DKA and hyponatremia and other excruciating things. I wish I could just have one quiet night of call. That's not too much to ask, right?
And it's funny, being on call, because never have things been so diametrically opposed. I can either take care of patients or sleep. That's not fair, because one is good for someone else, and the other is a basic human need to remain sane.
So, really, I am being driven to insanity, because I can't sleep, and that's not fair, not in the least, because I suffer and the patient suffers.
You honestly cannot comprehend how relieving it is to have someone die because it means there's one less patient that they can call you about.
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