There usually comes a point on call that one is required to kill some time. This is certainly a late-night phenomenon. If it were the middle of the day, I'd have other things to do while waiting for the radiology resident to read the spinal CT of a lady who fell. Instead, it's 1:07a and I'd like to be "resting".
Were it the middle of the day I might have the motivation to do something productive like log my cases (not a bad idea even now, but my list is in my white coat in my locker), or read something. Alas it's 1:09a.
In my wasting time, I will post the joke on my popsicle stick:
Who does a dog quarterback throw to?
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A golden retriever. Hahahahahahaha.
Com'on, a dog quarterback, that's funny.
I'm post-call tomorrow and off on Tuesday (don't try to figure out my schedule, really). Hopefully there will be less rain and more running.