Two shifts ago I saw twenty patients without admitting anyone.  I couldn’t remember a day where no one came in.  It felt kind of historic, like a no-hitter or something.  The various consultants threw me a ticker-tape parade on the way home.

Turns out the universe felt compelled to make up for it.  I saw twenty-five patients last shift and admitted nine of them, an insanely high number on an overnight shift when I generally see a lot of trivial stuff (Congestion for three weeks?  Really?  You do realize it’s two in the morning).  A long night for patients and staff alike, and the consultants ended up keying my car.

I would like to humbly request of the universe to make this next shift nice and regular.