On Call

It was New Year's Eve, and I was on call. However, my fellow resident John had forgotten to meet up with me to give me the call pager.

I found his phone number in my cell phone, but when I called, I spoke to someone else named John that wasn't him. It was getting late, and I wanted to head out to a party, but felt really bad for sticking John with extra call. I thought about calling the blood bank to get John's number from them, but then just decided not to so that I could go to the party guilty but unburdened.

(I woke up this morning, went to work, and John immediately gave me the call pager for the weekend, so unfortunately this dream will not become a reality.)