On Call

When I am on call at the hospital and waiting for the pager to go off, I feel that I am justified to not do any work. I mean, not reading any scientific journals or catching up on my past reading or studying for my exams or writing my papers. I feel that I am working, right? I am "waiting" to be called, waiting to jump at someone's "beck and call". But what a waste of time. As I sit and wait, I oculd be doing all those things that would be so helpful. Those things that looking back would take up time on another day.

I had just wished the other day that I had more time. How ironic, ehhh? I don't really wish for more time in the day anymore. Since, why I wished it was so that I could get more work done not sleep or get a massage or exercise but to do more work!