I didn’t realize how exhausted I was when I finished Friday afternoon. Of course I was tired. But I slept a good 10 hours that night and woke up and just felt physically morose. More so than I had the day before. Twelve straight days of work takes a toll and I hadn’t even realized it until the the weekend. Maybe because I’m running on adrenaline at that point. It’s like the adage with kids in shock – they look fine until they don’t. And then they really don’t. It’s something I have to keep an eye out for.
3 Things from Last Fri
- Kyle – I forgot his exact words, but the way he spoke and the kinship he shared and the way he stayed past way way way longer than he needed to. Man, I want to be like him one day.
- The neuro intern who said to me “It’ll be ok. The first month is hard for everyone.”
- My lasting memory of this week will be clutching onto the dopplerable DP that we thought we had lost. And the patient who understood enough to understand that his leg was still there. And then both of us holding as still as possible until Kyle got back.
The Rootlets 