I can’t believe I slept through Christmas Day. I knew how Christmas 2009 would be different since I am very busy with clerkship but never in my life have I thought I would someday spend this very joyous celebration tucked - not even in a posh room in one of those Toronto hotels - but in bed! December 24 was a day of chaos back in East Ave. I was told Christmas Eve/Day is usually benign but the promise of a non-toxic duty went up in smokes. I knew how East Ave meant getting hardly any sleep at all but I never expected I wouldn’t get any wink at all on my last day of duty. Last duty syndrome perhaps? Inasmuch as I don’t want to believe in such, I am forced to believe I was cursed last Christmas Eve. Even if our life was a total mess, my co-duty residents and interns managed to have a fun-filled Christmas Eve celebration complete with martini and some left-over cocktail drinks which we enjoyed over sumptuous dinner (never mind if the spaghetti sauce was destroyed from overheating). What they told me was true. However toxic you are in East Ave, nothing will matter with the happy company you have.

Geez. I’m starting to miss them. =)