Indian Food For Breakfast
I just got home from a 24-hour long day. It’s Saturday morning at 9:30 a.m. I started my inpatient hospital rotation yesterday morning at 8:00 a.m. I then travelled back to Brooklyn via subway and on foot to go in for my 5 p.m. to 8 a.m. over night call.
I’m post-call and happy as a cashew nut right now.
I had a great night. I saw much psychosis and mental sickness. I joked around with some NYPD police officers. I caught a mistake, which involved knowing psychiatry AND medicine. I said, “Dr. Campbell, like the soup,” more times than I can count on my hands.
I truly heart night call. There is nothing more stimulating to me than walking home from the hospital in scrubs, after the sun has already risen. Seriously, it’s the dog’s bark.
I love Brooklyn. I love psychiatry. I love my job.
I’m currently scarfing down leftover Indian food right now as I type these words. Next up is some much needed hygiene and grooming (btw I love my patients, but they are sometimes a stinky bunch!), then sleepy time. It’s a beautiful day today and I’d rather spend my Saturday enjoying the weather. But my old bones can’t stay up for such a long period of time. Okay, bubble bath, then slumber…mmm shrimp saag, take me away….
Photo: Taken on my walk to the subway yesterday morning…seems like such a long time ago.