nights

mr. X was sleeping soundly before i frightened him into wakefulness. i can only imagine the fear as his eyes tried to adjust to the dimly lit room, me a dark figure standing over him ready to attack him with my stethoscope. in hindsight (hence lack of foresight) i probably shoulda been more gentle with the guy in my approach. a "hey Mr. X! i'm just gonna push on your tummy over here!" is not the best way. ... Mr. X survived the night.

i am now 2 hours into the shift. and i am feeling terrific. my brain is adjusting to the day-night time reversal thing. i must say, i do prefer working night shifts. its a lot quieter and if you do need to deal with a sick patient - you have time to think which is a very good thing to do when you have a sick patient.

i spent most of today sleeping. i watched the first hour of that last prequel installment of George Lucas's Star Wars movies...episode III it is called. couldn't watch anymore. that guy that plays darth vadar seemed kinda whiny and just plain ol'stoopid. rather than getting all worked up about losing padme he shoulda invested more time and energy into cloning her. i know i would have.