Even though I am off this Monday I came to the clinic to do some light work. No, I’m not workaholic. It’s just that I procrastinated to read last week’s sleep studies and now they have piled up on my to-do list. It is my day off as I worked this past weekend.
As I entered and sat on my desk, one partner of mine who was sitting at the other end of the room greeted me and said, “Bad weekend call, huh?”
Yes it was a horribly busy weekend. I rounded on more than 50 patients in the hospital, almost half of them are COVID cases. I am not superstitious but I cannot help but think that it was due to the Halloween combined with a full moon. In fact, October 31st was a Blue Moon too. A Blue Moon is when it is the second full moon in one calendar month. According to information from NASA Earth and the Old Farmer’s Almanac, the last time a full moon fell on Halloween was in 1944.
It did not help too that it was Daylight Savings time change, so we fell back one hour. That meant an additional one hour of work for me. And boy, that night was really long, both figuratively and literally. The non-stop activities in the ER and in the ICU put me on skates. Needless to say, I barely slept that night.
After staying 34+1 (Daylight Savings Fall back) hours in the hospital, I came home last evening really exhausted. Right after eating dinner, I went to bed and slept for more than 10 hours. Home-cooked meals and comfortable home bed are life’s luxury. When I woke up this morning I felt refreshed and recuperated. I even felt good enough that I went out for a 3-mile morning run.
So back to the comment of my partner about my bad weekend call. How did she know? I did not tell her about my weekend. Was I still haggard-looking? Did I look ghoulish from the Halloween?
Then she told me that she have noticed that our secretary printed some forms and placed it on top of my desk for me to sign. Based on those, she figured out that I had a rough weekend. What were the forms waiting on my desk?
Eight death certificates. All of them from this weekend.