There’re so many kinds of ‘butterflies’ in my stomach. And here’s one of them.
It’s with a sense of dread mixed with anticpation that you arrive at work and head towards the active HO the previous day, scrutinising the degree of dishevelled-ness and how refreshed they looked. Then you pop the ultimate crucial question of:
“How many presents did you leave me in the ED?”
You hold your breath…
After that you roughly check out the bed status in the hospital…
Then you hurry through your morning round, pray that everyone already on your list remains stable and charge thru your changes…
After that you’ve you haven’t yet been swamped by the ED shooting pts up into the just recently vacated beds, you would be doing something like this… sitting around waiting anxiously… and doing what you can to allay those odd feelings of churning…
