So on my break between shifts I worked in the ED. The first night I planned on going in for a "princess" and staying late. We were busy as hell, on diversion (no ambulances except for multi-system trauma) and the waiting room was full. I planned on staying until at least 3am..... until the evil British coordinator found out. She told me (at 10pm) that they no longer needed me to stay. Nobody could figure out her rationale except that she and I don't get along and she is known for letting personal feelings interfere with professional judgement. I felt really bad leaving the Green Mile in shambles..... they really needed the help.
Did 8 hours the next night. Easy easy easy in yellow. No traumas at all, lots of drunks sleeping on stretchers in the hall. New SOCM medics trying to figure their ass from a hole in the ground. Finally did a 12 hour Wednesday night. Hell on wheels on the Green Mile. Had a vented asthmatic who kept waking up with versed and propofol drips, a dislocated shoulder who took two attempts and almost 500mg (and 250mcg fentanyl) of propofol to reduce. Then every psych patient and little old lady in the department started screaming. It was like a round of "Row, row, row your boat" just more obnoxious. The little asian lady kept throwing herself on the floor. I just made sure that the nurses head was still in the air and didn't worry much beyond that. The self proclaimed "drunk hippie" in police custody laughed hysterically at everything I said and at 3am a drunk guy came in to be "checked" since his girl had a wart on her..."you know" (that's exactly how is was described to me.
Wow, that place is still insane. I was happy to get outta there.