Come On Irene
“Come on Irene,
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Irene.”- Lyrics altered from Dexy’s Midnight Runners, “Come on Eileen”
I am fatigued. I am in starvation mode. Loooong 14-hour day today and on call doing psychiatry consults. Hurricane Irene is hovering on the horizon. The entire city is preparing.
Tonight, a nearby hospital, which is close to the coast decided to evacuate. Guess where they are evacuating their patients to? That’s right, my hospital. Talk about chaos!!
I have to work tomorrow and am on call on Saturday. We have been told to expect to stay late at the hospital, possibly throughout the weekend. So, I may be camped out in the hospital during the hurricane. We shall see.
In short, a good day. But a tiring day. A seriously, seriously tiring day. I will only get a few hours of sleep tonight before going to work tomorrow. I see sleep deprivation on the horizon, mixed with a hurricane. It’s ominous, but exciting at the same time.
Time to eat!
Photo: My setup at the beginning of my call shift. Turns out I didn’t get to read anything, nor eat, nor urinate.