My Life as the "Mole"

The "Mole" is our nightfloat person --6:30pm to 6:30 am -- and me for the week. I have to say I've actually rather enjoyed it (compared to a call night for sure). Most of the day hecticness is done by the time I show up and I get to focus on talking to families, admitting new patients, and hanging out with co-residents as compared to the endless rounding and note writing that the days usually bring. It might be a May fluke but I've actually been getting some sleep at night meaning that I've had some time during the day to get things done at home (always a plus!). Of course my body is a little confused because I've been sleeping 3 hours here and then 3 hours there and am never really getting a good chunk of sleep all at once. Makes for a hazy brain.

My favorite part is that my sweet family has been sticking around in the mornings to see me before I head off to work. I get a big grin and hug from my little man and then he always wants to dance. His new favorite: "Horchata" by Vampire Weekend. I'm sure if the neighbors ever look through our window at 7:30 am they are wondering why we're (half in pajamas and half in scurbs) spinning and dancing all around our living room and singing:

In December drinking horchata

I'd look psychotic in a balaclava

Winter's cold is too much to handle

Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals

My least favorite part is the tears that come when I have to leave for work before the Birdy's bedtime. Matt's response to Lucas: "What am I? Chopped liver?" But I hear it doesn't last long and Lucas is all better with all forgotten. Not a lot of things that Morris can't fix.

5 minutes after I left... "All better"

Here's to only four more night before I rejoin the daytime living.