Friday, March 18, 2011

this gun's for hire

Back on night shifts.

Seven nights in a row, ten hours per night, sleeping up to 10 hours during the day. This leaves me sitting on the couch eating breakfast/dinner for approximately one hour before work each night.

I always have this dread, this terrible dread prior to starting the week of nights. From about seven pm on Thursday night I slide into a funk. Sometimes it feels like I'm preparing for my own funeral.

I don't know if Bruce Springsteen ever worked as an emergency doctor, but he understands:

I get up in the evening, and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the moring, I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired, man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

Monday, March 14, 2011

Golden cowboys

Today I tried to convince Mel to catch up with me for dinner. Both she and Pen were busy working, and I was like, "WHY are you always working?" Which of course is ridiculous- as a shift worker I have learnt not to expect that other people will share my days off. Mel said, "Well, there's work to be done. If a guy was having a heart attack, you'd go and help him, wouldn't you?" To which I replied, "If a tree falls over in a forest, and the emergency tree doctor isn't rostered on, does anyone hear the crash?" *

Anyway, I had a Golden weekend at Golden Plains. I nearly popped with excitement at hearing Belle and Sebastian play. Ate too many delicious beatbox chips!! Hurt my shoulder playing totem tennis!! Listened to Joanna Newsome at sunset!! But my pick of the weekend was Justin Townes Earle, the hot cowboy son of Steve Earle. His music was great, and he was hilarious: "This next song is about a woman from Louisiana. And let me tell you something about the women from Louisiana- they will cut you."

I am becoming increasingly panicky about turning thirty and therefore am keen to maximise my *young* experiences in the next two months- hence music festivals. Again, RIDICULOUS, Lucy. And though I had a really great time, of course it was nothing like the time I would have had when I was 23. It was me and my Jason, hanging out, going to see the bands, running into friends. It was fun and in no way out of control. Saying that, I did drink too much cider and vomit on Sunday night But even that, my friends, was quite controlled. It really was.

*Of course I would help in a Good Samaritan-type situation, but that's not work, is it?? And I am acutely aware that one of the best parts of ED work is that when you are not there, you are not there.