I was on call this weekend.
The hospital ate me.
Nothing serious, nothing that kept me up all night. Saturday was reasonable. A few outside calls, the usual rounding. I got out for a walk, baked cookies and we watched the Habs win on TV between all of it. But, a steady Sunday with all kinds of hiccups and issues that made me want to facepalm repeatedly (like losing a scheduled admission patient for 4 hours only to find out they weren’t able to come in until around 8pm… Please note… We are not a hotel!)
Luckily it was home call, so after working all week, then most of the weekend, I got to get up and start another week again.
Oh, and my brother in law arrives for a visit tomorrow.
Thank goodness I have an awesome husband who helps around the house.
And I wouldn’t trade my full weekend home call for in-house call for anything.
Too bad I can’t call in exhausted and in need of a good housekeeper.
I had such a good run of call.
It is either feast or famine.
On a semi-related note, today is Medical Monday. To check out much more eloquently written (though possibly at times equally sleepy) posts from medically related folks, check out the link here.