A kind nurse just fed me a turkey sandwich. This means I get an extra two hours of sleep tonight.
I’m crashing in the call room instead of commuting home and back, like I was planning to do. At midnight. The only thing that had me considering that is that I hadn’t had anything to eat in a while, there’s no food in the hospital, and there is food at home.
Yay for at-least-quasi-reasonable amounts of sleep!
(Don’t tell anyone.)