  So whatever's been going on with me has just got to stop! Last week, I forgot to get off the GO train then messed up my knee, yesterday I had the call night from hell (see below) and this morning I locked myself out of the car at the train station while leaving my bags in the car. Whatever this is, I hope it passes soon. It's not even full moon anymore. I think last night was the worst on-call night i've ever had.
Non-pharmies feel free to tune out now. I was on the phone from 8-10pm and at one point had 5 calls in limbo while I was looking up info. Then at 11pm I had to come back to the hospital to compound sodium benzoate oral solution for this pt in emerg with high ammonia levels. Picture me, weighing out sodium benzoate powder then pulling out the beakers and stirring rods. Flashbacks of orgo labs! I was technically supposed to make the product in the sterile hood, but I figured since the pt was from a shelter and her gut is definitely not sterile, it shouldn't be a big problem. And technically I was supposed to check the pH of the solution and adjust it with HCl or NaOH to achieve a certain pH.. but at midnight, I wouldn't even know where to go to find pH paper.
I was more preoccupied with getting the dang powder to dissolve. Then after I get home (scary driving home in the thunder & lightning storm), I get another page from this resident about this pt with subtherapeutic phenytoin levels, who's now NPO and has brain mets. I think I was ready to seize at that time. So ready to crash right now.. 
