Yet another New Year’s Eve on call.
5 ID consults today… 5.
On the bright side, it was home call, so the Child and D came over and we partied like it was 1994.
The 1994 making factor… The pager.
Clearly, nobody really wanted to use a pager after 2000 and the pager would have been pretty cool around that era
Also, we ate pizza made on Danny’s Pizza crust, which we recall from our childhoods as cool… Thus, more 1994.
And the visitors left before 11. Also reminiscent of our childhoods where I wouldn’t be awake after something like 9 on New Years Eve.
This makes this New Years substantially better than last year where I got to watch fireworks from a patient’s room and ordered in Chinese food with the nurses. I rang in the New Year sorting out a transfusion reaction and spent part of the night with someone with mass GI bleeding.
Progress, my friends. Progress.
Even if our party was circa 1994.
Now, Patrick and I are watching Mr. Bean’s New Years episode to keep me awake until the real New Year.
It reminds him of when his Uncle babysat he and his siblings and they watched it and then ran around a field banging pots and pans to ring in the new year. He claims this is a tradition… The banging of pots and pans. I have never heard of it. I also didn’t stay up until midnight until I was 13 (for y2k, actually).
Happy New Year.