New Year's Eve at work was calm. We got to see the ball drop on television, and we all enjoyed our pot luck and complementary sparkling cider. Then I had to go give multiple IMs to a patient who decided to get undressed and completely lose it...right after we had finally gotten all the manic patients to fall asleep. Of course, that woke them up.
The following night, same unit, but much better. Only one IM needed, and it was requested by the same patient before things got out of control.
It wouldn't be a holiday without some excitement, now would it?
