I ordinarily hate phone calls from emergency physicians at midnight. Rarely do I answer the phone and hang up with a smile. By now you've probably guessed that's exactly what happened recently. You'll find out why I was smiling momentarily, I promise. And I guarantee you'll end up smiling too. And maybe even laughing your ass off. Or maybe scowling. Possibly vomiting. Whatever.
Dr. Elise (not her real name™), a lovely and strangely competent emergency physician, had a rather strange lilt to her voice when I picked up the phone. I immediately suspected by the tone of her voice what was coming, and boy was I ever right. I like being right.