I am walking through the haze which is 3am. Wishing I had a single thought in my head. But I don't. Who would want to get sick, or go into labour between 3am-8am? It is silliness. It must be the most dangerous time of the day to become unwell. I can barely string two words together, let alone consider what's wrong with someone. My notes in patient's charts become more and more retarded. I forget to write in parts of the examination which I did.... important little details. I sit at the computer thinking "I should get some rest". But my legs are unwilling to assist in the plan - the couch is at least 3m away from where I am currently sitting. Soon someone in the team of my organs will force a migration. There is a calling stronger than sleep that I can't ignore. Perhaps after I go to the bathroom, I will lay down - just for a minute. In the meanwhile, I shall fill the world with more meaningless words. Please everybody else do the same - night duty is very boring if you don't all update your blogs every 5 minutes.