late night cravings

Over night shifts in the ER are hard for many reasons.
Right now, I'm waiting for the CT tech to come in from home, so she can scan this alcoholic, so I can put him in a cab home, so I can go lie down. But alas, some kid is being forced to come into the ER for a "mental health eval". He didn't agree with the plan, so he bolted into the parking lot. Now his mother and Louisville Police are looking for him, and I'm sure he is faster than the cops. But they will eventually catch up to him, and they will then bring him into the ER, so I can work magic on him, which consists of telling him he can't leave and ordering some lab work so that the mental health workers will agree to see him. All of this just makes me hungrier, and now I'm contemplating raiding the docs lounge for a soggy sandwich to quench my discontent. I hope we can sell eleventy-billion t-shirts so I can be sleeping at this hour rather than blogging.