Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Cliche

One of my high school English teachers used to circle cliches angrily in red on our papers. If she found one, you were sure to instantly lose points. I often daydreamed of writing in nothing but cliches, hoping to create a product so soaked in red ink that her pen ran out. Ah, teenage rebellion...

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I feel like my writing here has been stagnant of late. Same $%*#, different day. Last night I worked another 24-hour shift. Like a fool, I put all of my eggs in one basket. I went to bed late the night before, thinking I would certainly be able to sneak in a nap somewhere during the day. It was nonstop action from 6:30 am - 1:30 am.

There was no calm before the storm.

I was up a creek without a paddle.

The staff (myself included) was running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off.

There were many women around with buns in the oven.

I felt like a deer, caught in the headlights.

This morning, after being there for 26 hours, someone "accidentally" signaled a cardiac arrest on the Labor & Delivery floor. I was terrified it was someone I had admitted last night and hadn't heard anything about since. I sprinted down the hallway to find that it was actually the scheduled c-section patient I hadn't even met. When I arrived breathless, with my heart racing in the OR, a trail of residents scrambling in my wake, I found that not only had the patient not arrested, but she was awake and lying on the table talking to the anesthesiologist! They had simply wanted another obstetrician present for the section as the baby was starting to look distressed and had paged out a cardiac arrest by mistake... clearly when it comes to that staffer's brains, the wheel was turning, but the hamster was dead.

To talk more of this would be beating a dead horse.

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BDG was here this past weekend. He's a nice guy and we had fun hanging out, but he's clearly not Mr. Right, or even Mr. Right Now. I thought I had eloquently explained this to him on Sunday when we talked about how there could be no "us", and that we both have other things to worry about. I even told him that if he meets someone back home he should go for it. However, he's called several times over the past few days. It was fun having someone to do things with, and we did a bit or wandering around, but I really don't like having someone around all the time. I'm sure the calls will taper off eventually.

I also saw McNeedy today. Fortunately, she was smart enough to not ask about my weekend.

2 comments:

~~Silk said...

Sitting here like a bump on a log trying to gild the lily, but no lightbulbs went on. As per the young man, I guess you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Kiss more frogs.

ru said...

McNeedy...that's great. I have a student that fits that nickname to a T. She clutches her mom's apron strings and her mom is fine with it. That woman can't see the forest for the trees.