Finished my last ICU rotation today. Life is unpaused. No more 28-hour calls; no more 7 am consults from the overzealous ER physician who was too quick to intubate1; no more high-strung nurses who’ve been doing this job for 20 years dammit and who do you think you are with all your new drips and protocols and crap? Also, no more reasons not to answer the email, do the laundry, or perform basic hygiene.
Wouldn’t it be worse to get a consult at 4 in the morning, you ask? When rounds are at 7:30 and you have two unit patients left to see—-nope. ↩