it all must come to an end.....

the thought of having a quiet call shattered at an instance at the very moment i saw Joe, " how was ur night?" i asked not at all curious at the answer, my hand just clicked the internet explorer icon on the screen of the computer in the ress. " pretty bad yeah.... just finished with a patient after arriving at half five this morning, GSW, bullet still there inside his left chest, i put a chest drain in and ur man bled out one and half litres of blood, jaysus. thought i hit the major vessels " he said with no expression at all drawn on his face, my face on the other hand went all white, as white as an irish man during 8 months long winter, Gun Shot Wound!!. ohh that's why he walked around with a plastic apron on, the thought just crossed my mind when i heard the words chest drain. "is he going to *^&?" finally i opened my mouth. " no the boss will do thoracotomy, he's in CT" joe kept on walking and i just sat there, in shock. there it was, how it started on the day i turned 21! yeah ok 28 . it was hell and from thereon it was pretty much a non-stop ride for this neverending stupid oncall trip. i was that occupied i broke my fast at 9 instead of 6:41 pm!!!! next thing i knew it was october 17........the whole day just flew away pretty much unnoticed. one referral after another and theatre case, bragghhhh!!!! i was this close to do something that might make me end up in 5B. but then i didn't wanna spoil my b'day, whatever comes crossing the A&E entrance, i would face it with dignity and pride. with that in mind now 31 hours have passed and i' m so close to the end, i survived . ironically i never feel this good and glad to see monday comes, only after a long weekend, and with no sleep at all.......................................