Internal Medicine: After Dark

I just finished Night Float. It was crap. It turns out taking care of people with the lights out -- though much like taking care of people with the lights on -- is much less rewarding. I should have seen this coming considering the omens. Within the first five minutes of the first shift my intern lost an eye to the tarp covering the scrub stacks. He was only briefly incapacitated and was left only with a small bruise on his eyeball, but for a short moment I was torn between resuscitation and calling to find his back up.

Anyways, Night Float. Six times the number of supervisors with none of the actual supervision. Plus medicine consults, plus 72-hour consults, plus out of hospital transfers, plus morning report, plus an endless cycle of freetriplescore.com commercials on late night TV. Add to all those new responsibilities a generous supply of next day second guessing and general orneriness from the primary teams, and myeh. Truthfully, I would of rather been kicked in the junk. Now we'd have to haggle over the details, but nevertheless, do it again, kick me in the junk.

The hours themselves weren't that bad mind you; I actually slept rather well. Similarly not knowing what meal to eat at any particular time of day was disorienting but three breakfasts in a row never hurt anyone. My interns were both by and large good, solid citizens, and work load wise we truthfully got off relatively light. It was just the nature of the job, of being subject to a multitude of divergent interests leading to an inability to sufficiently satisfy any which made Night Float a lonely, thankless task. I suppose it developed character, but only if paranoia is a character trait.

It's done and over now, though. May we never do it again.