sigh

So I'm working in the ICU at a large community hospital right now. For the most part, it has been a fairly good experience besides the every-third-night ("Q3") call. The people are mostly nice and I feel like an idiot a lot but that's to be expected. But the Q3 call is killing me. Not to mention that I got zero sleep and a soul-killing admission at 5AM on my most recent call night. I rushed rushed rushed and finally managed to get all my work done to get out by the post-call mandatory 1PM. As I was leaving the hospital, I had a missed call, voice mail, and frantic text message from the guy who lives beneath me saying EMERGENCY! CALL NOW! WATER LEAKING FROM YOUR PLACE!

So I drive home dreading what I will find, expecting the entire place to be underwater and for it to be something that is my fault that will cost thousands of dollars to fix. But it ended up being not that bad. One of the old pipes leading to my sink had simply rusted through. Jeff, the guy who lives beneath me, had managed to get into my place and had temporarily stopped the leak and actually mopped up my floor. Unfortunately, in order for him to do this, he had to pull out all the stuff that I had crammed in the cabinets underneath the sink.

This was yesterday and I was so exhausted that I told them to just let themselves in to fix it if I didn't answer the door because I needed some sleep. I woke up briefly to hear what sounded like a jackhammer behind my bedroom wall but otherwise slept through it. I was off today and I've been so exhausted I got next to nothing done - including not putting up the sink things until 11:30 tonight. Back on call in the morning!

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