home call...

I just started my transplant rotation last week.  I did two rotations on transplant last year and now I'm back as a second year.  I had been looking forward to it.  I didn't hate transplant as an intern, I figured this year would be even better. . . I was wrong.  I take call at home as a second year and have to drive into the hospital anytime something bad is going down.  The last few days of work have been a bit brutal and tonight I had a few calls early making it hard to get to sleep.  Well, after finally a few uninterrupted hours I just got a call that pretty much means I need to head in early, despite the fact that I didn't need to be at work today until 7 - a gift I was cherishing.  Now its 4 in the morning and after I write this last sentence I'll run upstairs and take a quick shower and head back to work again.  

I'd love to write more, but I have to get to work. Urggh.