poured out before bed
“Well,” says my intern.
“Well,” I reply.
We both look at the silent team pager on the desk before us.
“Five hours and nuthin’ but nuthin.'” We both smile and pretend to pout.
“Guess everyone’s all tucked in, huh? Well…’cept us.”
“Ooo, do you think we could…?!”
We sit for a moment, afraid to jinx our fine luck by calling it to the attention of those fickle gods of night float. Then without another word we nab the bare essentials and high-tail it to the call suite in true STAT fashion. Two doors shut and lock, two bodies sail into tiny, rickety beds, and two slumbers are virtually uninterrupted till sign out.
Oh, life is good.