Monday... Damn, I hate mondays.

I woke up at 0430 so I could help Ashleigh get all her stuff ready to leave. That sucked (both the getting up so damn early and having Ashleigh leave). Then on top of that, I couldn't go back to sleep afterwards and so I laid in bed tossing and turning. Finally I gave up and got dressed and went up to the hospital.

While rounding on my patients, I kept having trouble getting my thoughts together. I don't know why. I figured I was just tired or something.

That is, of course, until I met up with the rest of the team and saw they were all that way.

"F'ing Monday" syndrome (FMS):

This is a complex of symptoms resulting from being on call the previous weekend and not getting any damn rest. Its signs and symptoms include:

• inability to render thoughts verbally (Post call aphasia)
• inability to walk upright
• anorexia, nausea, vomiting, flatulence, and diarrhea (from the shitty hospital/McDonalds food you ate while on call)
• excessive daytime sleepiness (EDS - secondary to overexhaustion and not really knowing whether it is day or night)
• apathy (the "I'm too f'ing tired to give a shit" complex)
• inability to read/write (alexia w/ agraphia)
• excessive crudeness/sick jokes/giggling at said sick jokes (post call delirium)

Of course, I wasn't quite as bad off as some of the other guys - I don't know if they got as much sleep as I did on call. It's scary when the student is the most alert person on the team. That can mean things get very BAD very fast.

Fortunately, I think Dr. K noticed that we weren't really into rounding today, so we saw a few patients and then ended up finishing it up as table rounds. Of course, he had to get to clinic as well, but I don't really think that has anything to do with it.

So I'm off tomorrow. That'll be cool. I don't know what I should do with myself.

more to come...

  ¶ 11:29 AM