Cows held responsible for late night chaos & disorder

Why is it morning???

Yesterday was a very LONG day. Ended up scrubbed in for 4 hours on one case, and really knocked me around a bit (very frantic). Only to unscrub, and agree to being oncall again last night (I was oncall on Saturday night - no call in).

Now, I knew I was going to be called in, and here's why.

a) I NEVER get called in, whenever I'm on-call.

Fluke, luck, blessed - doesn't matter what you call it. Been on-call once a month every month since January, and always had a full night's reprieve (which is good, except then you wake up feeling very grumpy that you COULD have gone out/had that glass of wine/watched that late movie/etc etc).

This pretty much shows I should have a giant target on my chest saying 'due for call in'.


b) The woman who called in sick, seems to attract patients.

As soon as I heard who I was covering for - I knew it. I even told Brad. That's it, I'm getting called in. She's just a magnet for it. And I knew if I was 'playing' her, the magnet would follow me.


And the REAL reason I got called in???

c) I didn't see any cows.

Now, to your garden variety theatre nurse working in a city of 1 million people (or whatever) - this seems like a hallucination. Cows? What cows???

But, you have to understand - it's the Ekka. Which means cows. LOTS of cows. Thousands of them (ok, slight overstatement, but you get the point). Cows walking around, calving, getting judged, eating, mooing - just being cows.

I.
LOVE.
COWS.

Biggest crackup of my life is seeing cows on highways and roads. Ask Brad. We go for a drive - the ultimate goal is to see a free range cow.

And the Ekka means cows. Cows on the side of the road diagonal from the hospital I work at every single day. BLISS!

But there were no cows on the way to and from work. And DID I LOOK? You betcha!! No cows. Udder tradegy (ha!).

So there it was - I knew I'd be called in. And called in I was.




10:50pm, phone rings. Sasch, knowing ahead of time the lack of cows GUARANTEED a call-in, went to bed at 8pm. So she was ready!

11:25-2am was her time in theatre. Recovery room nurse.

(I should add, to further the reasoning, there still were no cows as she went down the road. This DEFINITELY meant chaos and disorder)

And chaos and disorder there was.

So now, she has a 12 hour break. Which means 3 hours at work.

(A side note - there were still no cows as she drove home this morning).

Sasch is NOT happy.