Post call...

So the hell that is being on call is always followed by the joy that is being post call. This morning, after rounding and operating (yeah patients don't want to know this) I was finally released. The way it works most places is that you can only be on for a max of 30hrs straight....which is what I do almost every 3rd or 4th night. It's kind of crazy really. If I were a patient I would be furious to know that a resident with baseline sleep deprivation who has just stayed up all night long is doing my surgery. Sure the attending is there.....for most of the procedure. Little do people know that most residents do significant parts of most operations. So as I was trying to make myself see straight while alone operating I began to have a serious pregnancy related craving. CAT MEAT! Oh come on, tell me you didn't know Taco Bell was made from cat meat....it is....I'm convinced.....and I LOVE it. Some how I actually made it there too, to Taco Bell that is. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and I ordered a #1 supreme meal. And they had caffeine free root beer. Glorious. As a huge diet Coke drinker before becoming pregnant I'm really having a hard time with my carbonated beverage intake. I gave up caffeine and artificial sugar for the good of the parasite within.....so no Coke. This is particularly a problem in hospital cafeterias and such. Needless to say I had such a heart warming experience over my little cat filled burrito it almost made being on call worth it....just to be post call.