I have been on call all week.
Before you offer me sympathy, let me confess that until about 30 minutes ago, I had not received any pages. All week!
Actually, this is an anomalous, aberrant occurrence. Hell is probably freezing over at this very moment.
I should just relax and be happy, right? Except that with each passing minute, more and more angst builds. I know it is going to happen, the only question is when! With each passing minute, the likelihood that I will receive a call in the next minute increases. I don’t care if this is true or not in actuality (I am talking to YOU math geeks) because in practicality it feels true.
Doctors, as I have mentioned before, are a superstitious lot. We have our rituals, our good luck charms, our prayers, our superior beings that we must appease so that they can manipulate fate on our behalf.
I stopped wearing my lucky earrings on Wednesday…
At any rate, the dam has now been broken, the deluge will likely drown me by Monday morning at 7AM.
Maybe I should go ahead and change underwear…