A rare slow night in the ICU...

On a night this relatively slow, we sit around and try to outdo each other with Nurse's Grossest Hits. Finer points of this conversation included scabies, leech therapy, and a patient who ate from his own wound. (Nobody could top that one.)

Then I started messin around with the ultrasound, because it was there. Then we were all dopplering various pulses on each other. This led to breakin out the train of four to see who could tolerate the highest setting. (On our arms, people...my unit is almost always co-ed, and David is married and that wouldn't be cool.) (I can tolerate a 7 on my ulnar.)

If I'm gone for awhile, it's because in the last four mind-numbing hours here, we broke out the defib pads for fun.

We're talkin about slappin the train of four onto the meth patient we did admit tonight. That actually sounds like more fun.

Because that nice, sweet nurse that's taking care of you is actually evil.