Years ago, when I was first on the House, we worked on call shifts; long, long hours, but with the option of going to sleep when nothing was happening. After a while I took to sleeping in scrubs, so I could hit the ground running.
One might argue that you save only a few minutes, although in those days I still wore a shirt and tie to work, so it took a little longer to get dressed when a call came; however, one particular call convinced me of the need to roll out of bed and be on my way.
The cardiac arrest bleep woke me, shrill and insistent next to my ear. I jumped, literally out of bed, and was dismayed to discover I'd been asleep with both my arms behind my head, lying in such a way as to put them both to sleep. They hung uselessly by my side...
If there's a way to pull trousers on with neuropraxic arms, I've yet to learn it, and no-one believes that's why you're late to the arrest
2 comments:
I'd have ran in my boxers! ;) Excellent stuff.
Little doubt, the dude is totally just.
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