It’s been a long week. I get up and it’s dark. I go to work. It’s dark when I leave. The subways are crowded and stupid people think if they stand on the edge of the doorway that they aren’t really blocking the door because they have only blocked a little bit. But they are like platelets at an endothelial injury, quickly causing intravascular clot and complete vessel occlusion. I was in TGH CT today and thankfully we kept on top of the list. I had five double espressos but never felt like I woke up. The subway platform North from Queens Park was so full that two full trains came and went and I gave up, walked back across to the South platform and caught a train South, and around, through Union back up to Bloor/Yonge. I listened to mashups loudly through my earbud headphones and bopped away, trying to ignore the people bumping into my jacket as they brushed too close past in the aisle. I was standing equidistant from both doors; you couldn’t be farther from a doorway. We had all-you-can-eat sushi for dinner with Kyno. It felt extremely cold outside. Maybe I should’ve worn more than a T-shirt under my down jacket. Even though I’m covering D on call tomorrow (a noon-22:30 shift then 2nd on call all night) it still feels like a Friday.