Totem

This post comes from 2:35 AM in the Resident Lounge of a large hospital. The TV is cycling through SportsCenter reruns and the hallways are quiet. Tonight, less active bowel sounds from the belly of the beast known as the ER, a far cry from last night's fifteen traumas when I vowed to never again ride a motorcycle, step foot in a boat, or even look at an ATV. I vowed to never drink more than 2 beers, and never go outside after dark. I vowed to come to a complete stop and remove all sharp objects from my house.

Waking up at 4 in the afternoon, will shake any of the previous nights vows, so I drank 10 beers, helmetlessly hopped onto an urban ATV with loose lug nuts and road it the wrong way on a one way street all the way to the hospital, all in hopes that I might be mercifully offed, instead of having to report to duty under the supervision of my arch enemy. To avoid a breach in presumed internet anonymity, I will stop there.

In all honesty, overall, a great rotation so far. Besides the sleep deprivation and permanent location at the bottom of the Totem, things are looking up.