my first week back in the ICU

Generally, I love my job. Actually, it should really be "job" in quotes since we, as residents, are stuck in this weird not-a-student-anymore but not-done-training position.

But being a resident in the intensive care unit sucks. It's my least favorite thing to do. Or maybe my second-to-least favorite. The first couple days were hard because the patients are complicated and I felt I didn't know any of the patients. My first call was hard not because I got a lot of new patients, but because Stuff kept happening to the old patients. I got zero sleep. My second call was hard because I had 11 new admissions. The World Record is 14 admissions to the ICU in one night. I am really not out to break the Record.

Needless to say I got zero sleep that night too. I haven't had a day off in two straight weeks. and I hate every second that I spend in the ICU. I'm grumpy.

But the good news is that I'm off tomorrow! So excited. Lots of errands to run!