Its 10 pm. Im alone in the doctor's room just outside the surgical wards. Soon the bleeps will start coming as the nurses finish their change-over and start the drug-rounds. I hope there wouldn't be too many lines to be put in, or drugcharts to be re-written. Or a patient suddenly deciding to start rigoring with a temperature of 38.9'C, or having an acute onset of dyspnoea or chest pain. I hope the nurses wont suddenly realize at 12 midnight that an 90 year old man had not been passing urine since morning and expect me to put a catheter in at that ungodly hour. But somehow this is what happens usually. And it usually happens after I've walked all the way to the rez which is ridiculously far away from the wards, changed and put my head on the pillow, getting ready to catch whatever sleep I can. I would've been pacing around the wards for an hour or two waiting for jobs to be done before I get up to the rez- sometimes there wouldn’t be much, nope, not until I all the way across to the other end of the hospital, THEN they decided to bleep me to get something done.

It's funny how things are not what they seem. For instance, this afternoon... i was called to the male wards to put up an IV line for this 78 yr old patient. His veins were popping out almost the size of my pinkie. they were huge. Plus he was a very skinny man. I didn't even think for a second about not getting a line in. But to both our horror(esp. his, the poor man) i couldn't get it in!...not even after 4 times trying!!! the poor, poor man, he was very patient. and i was so frustrated!! i mean his veins were bulging for goodness's sakes. About not more than 5 minutes later, i was bleeped from the female ward. Another line. This time a 38 yr old woman. She was quite on the plump side, with horribly thready veins (when you actually find on beneath all the fat! i'm mean). But i had the line in before she even had time to wince at the contact of needle on skin. It was so weird....i still feel guilty about that first man...i don't know what went wrong..:/
i mean if it was a bet, i'd bet all my money that the first line woul be the successful one, but heck, it shows how things can be totally the opposite of what your first impression of them is.

I was watching this show on tv at a friend's house the other night, can't remember what it was called, but it was sort of like a documentary where this man was testing the driving skills of this other guy while the latter was high on grass. it was hilarious. First he made the guy drive sober, he had to do all the works, 3 point turning, side parking etc. Then he had to repeat everything while he was high on the mota - i don't know how doped up he was...but he looked out-of-it enough! hehe. i mean, the guts of that other guy to even be in the car while the guy was driving high on marijuana! hehehe..he even commented that the guy did a better job parking while he was high compared to when he was sober.hehehehee