I just got an interesting sms from a friend…
“So actually what do you do post call? One whole day!”
Well, it all depends. If I’ve had a bad call i.e. cases running the whole night up til 7 am in the morning, then the only thing I do when I get back is SLEEP. I will enjoy sleeping almost the whole day, and only awaken to eat one or two meals for the day. Blame it on the anaesthetic gases, or blame it on age catching up, I can no longer stay “hyper” after not sleeping the entire night. Sometimes I wonder how I did it as a houseman; not sleeping the entire night and working til 7pm the next day – the 36-hour stretches.
But on the occasion of a polka-dot moon (Cindy’s beloved terminology), if I’ve had a good call with a couple of hours of sleep during the night, my post-call activities are slightly more colourful. I would usually start the post-call day searching for food to satisfy the growling stomach. Since it’s 15 degrees cold in the OT, after a whole night of freezing, regardless being awake or asleep, I’m usually starved by morning.
Today I bought 2 packets of nasi lemak due to sheer gluttony, but after devouring 1 and a half packets, I was seriously full up to the upper esophagus. Maybe someone should sell 1.5 packets of nasi lemak for occasions like this. Meanwhile, I would browse through the limited channels of national TV and watch random nonsense. After the satisfying meal, I would then proceed to log on to the internet to surf/facebook/chat.
When the sleepiness finally kicks in about 1-2 hours later, I would then proceed to sleep til about midafternoon. Depending on mood and fancy, I may go shopping or pay a visit to my beloved little sister who’s always trying to get a free meal out of me. After more lazing around and being a total sloth, I may make a feeble attempt to do some studying or light reading. When that fails, I’d then proceed to catch up on my backlogged sitcoms and tv series.
All in all, I love the post-call day off. Haha…
hahahaha freak. yeah come find me more often la. lol.
when i went for “induksi”, they told us to write our hobbies on a piece of paper during the ice-breaking session. turns out most doctors had “sleep” or “tv” on their sheets.
some pathetic lives we have… where our basic needs replace hobbies.
Well, unfortunately the option of visiting your beloved little _brother_ doesn’t exist anymore.
Miss those times.