Due to some cruel twist of fate the duty room in the junk yard where I work now has a TV (or has had for a while now) and worse a cable connection. What little reading, academic or otherwise that may have been possible is now drowned in (believe it or not) Himesh Reshamiya's rather monotonous voice. This of course is also the hell hole that's currently in possession of shoe covers to cover patient's feet and has ordered an ambulance with a cardiac cath lab attached. Of course there is little infrastructure to resuscitate patients in Emergency, no functional ICU or personnel who could make it function, no investigations post lunch, and the list goes on... I'm inclined to believe the only thing that works there is the OT. And that too if the powers that be don't rear their ugly heads into it.
But all this aside got the funniest message 2 days ago... "May the 4th be with you." Sent it to all I thought would get it, and now 5 people want to kill me. Tragic the state of my phone book. Keep thinking I need to meet more people who'll understand but no, that is not to be.
In our regular Dr. Sunshine column, today's thought for the day is "don't be happy. Worry." Think it over, thank you.
Post duty with 2 hours of sleep. This is all I can offer.
