Just got home from call. Nothing going on all day, and then an admission at 5am. What, kid, couldn't you have showed up a little earlier? Actually, I don't think they could have, because of the Sabbath and Passover.
Speaking of Passover, I ordered dinner last night for the on-call team, and Other Michelle (the oncology on-call resident) told me:
Could you order me a cheeseburger, no bun?
Yeah. I'm observing Passover.
Oh yeah, the no-leavened-bread or whatever.
Though obviously, I'm not eating kosher.
Later, as I was getting orders from Tammy and Anjalee:
So Other Michelle wants a hamburger with no bun, because of Passover. What do you guys want?
I'll have the Greek Salad. Do you want to split a side of fries, Tammy?
Yeah, I could eat fries.
OK, order a side of fries too. Or, oh wait, we could just eat Other Michelle's fries.
Why wouldn't Other Michelle want to eat her fries?
She can't eat them, remember? It's Passover. I thought you couldn't eat fries during Passover.
Dude, she's observing Passover, not a low-carbs diet!
Oh yeah, I got confused.
I watched "American Splendor" Friday night when Joe was on call. It was different from what I thought it was going to be, but good. It elucidates for me a little bit of the enigma of Harvey Pekar, though it only partially explains to me how you can be a cartoonist and not do your own art. Why not just write in prose then? I guess that's kind of like people who write kid's books and have other people illustrate them.
Currently reading: My employee benefits package.