it's like you never left. because you never did.

Because the end of Daylight Saving Time came later, I worked a 17 hour shift, from 3p.m. until 7a.m.

Just saying that makes me think of some kind of bizarre preamble to Kiefer Sutherland's 24: The following takes place between 3p.m. and 7a.m.

Bonus: I warded off the scabies/MRSA/fungus admission. This poor person went to another floor, actually. Because the words "open heart surgery patients" should never be used in the same sentence as "scabies" and "fungus." (Really, MRSA should never be used in the same sentence, either, but we'll give ourselves credit for doling out that one all by ourselves!)

Not-so-bonus: I got, instead, a "drug-seeking" chest pain admission.

Amusing part of the shift:

ADMISSION NURSE:
So, what meds are you on at home?

CHEST PAIN GUY:
[in thick working class Worcester, MA accent]

I take Cah-di-zam.

ADMISSION NURSE:

Wha'?

CHEST PAIN GUY
[clearly annoyed by the need to repeat himself for these special needs, developmentally delayed West Coast bitches]:
Cah-di-zam.

JAMIE:
[quickly intervening/translating]
He means Cardizem.

ADMISSION NURSE:
[vaguely huffy]
Yeah, I know.

Not-so-amusing part of the shift:

CLOCK:
2 a.m.

CLOCK:
[one hour later, thanks to the End of Daylight Saving Time]
2 a.m.