Turns out last night was not a good night to be on call. Around 11 PM, I got a call about a patient I knew would not make it through the night. After the call, I could not fall asleep for fear I'd not hear my phone ring. Around 3:30 AM, I threw in the towel and prayed hard that the patient would somehow miraculously make it until morning. Forty five minutes later I was on my way to her house with my teeth chattering. We went from fifty-some degrees with a balmy breeze to a deep freeze overnight. Though the thermometer in my car read 22 degrees, it felt like 20 degrees less than that.
Good night for now from hospice central...or should I say good day?