Stupid Black Cloud

Was on call Friday night. Got 5 freakin OBT patients all at the same freakin time at around midnight. Walked up there when they called to say I had "A" OBT pt...as I walked past the row of chairs outside triage, I smiled at all the women filling the seats. I walked in the door and said "which one is mine", to which they replied, "All of them", and pointed to the curtains and to the line outside the door. I sat down, put my head in my hands, and had a mini mental breakdown. Of course the triage nurses thought it was hilarious and also had to remind me that it was a full moon. MAN, full moons and black clouds don't mix.
In the words of Beremy Jingham..."What the Hannah!?!"...and speaking of that poor guy, I think the cloud rubbed off on him...hopefully he'll write about his crap call on Saturday.

That's all. Just had to whine "about THAT one!".

~Nicella