My last full week of Neurology is almost done. The shelf is on Tuesday. I took call Monday night, and there were four admissions to the General service alone. I think there were three admissions during the entire two week span prior to my joining the service. I am clearly the black cloud to end all black clouds. That's a term used to describe someone (usually a resident) who seems to attract patients to the hospital like moths to a flame. There will be no fewer than a dozen new admissions any time a black cloud takes call. Although now, it's not just when I take call. My mere existence on the service has caused the number of admissions to increase exponentially. I did predict this happening, before I even started General Neuro. Maybe my predicting it made it happen. Deep, I know.

Today, my resident gave me a teaching session with tips on how to examine uncooperative patients. It was really nice of him to take the time to do that, considering he was post-call. Alas, it made me late for lecture. For some reason, instead of just being more late in order to get food or go to the bathroom, I decided to forgo both. So by the end of our first hour, I really had to pee. While in the bathroom I missed hearing that there were extra free lunches in a different conference room, so I missed out on one of those. Then our second lecture was long by half an hour, so I didn't have enough time to get food before meeting our attending for afternoon rounds/teaching session.

I know that sounds super lame when it's typed out there, but it just about crushed my spirit as it was happening. It's Neuro. There's supposed to be time to eat on Neuro. I really don't consider myself an emotional eater, but once I left the hospital a nice bowl of Panera's broccoli cheddar soup sure did wonders for my mood. I stayed there for a productive study session. Then I had a nice long workout, then a nice hot shower, and then I watched 24. Now all is right with the world.