Maybe it was the phase of the moon. Or maybe it was the fact that my day on call followed Simon's, and in comparison anyone would look good. But I was on today. By "today" of course, I mean my last thirty hour shift, in which I only say down for about 10 minutes total, and never touched my call room bed.
But despite being crazy busy, and rather stressful at times, everything went well in general. I had to bag ventilate a patient for about an hour and a half (trading off with one of the nurses) but he survived while teaching me much more comfort with mechanical ventilators (and incidentally, which are the good respiratory techs in this hospital). I had to get an arterial line on another patient, and did it perfectly it on the first try. I had 30 minutes of free time at exactly the right stage of the night and managed to look up articles which may positively alter our therapy for two different patients. I looked like a superstar on rounds and the fellow and attending both complimented me on my work and my presentations.
Not that I'm complacent. I know how hard it was to keep myself moving for that long, and how much busier the night could have been. Still, good days should be enjoyed.