30 hour call is a fascinating thing (fortunately it wasn't quite a full 30!).  It does weird things to your head.  I walk into the unit in the morning, talk to the nurses who are approaching the end of their 12 hour shift.  They leave and a new batch comes on.  You then spend the next 12 hours working with them.  That is not an insignificant amount of time. 

But then they go home.

And you are still there.  Wearing the same scrubs you had on 15 hours ago.  And wouldn't you know it, there come the night nurses.  In different scrubs.  That is the weird part.  You just saw these people when you cam in this morning.  What are they doing changing clothes in the middle of the work day?

So you spend the next 12 hours with them. 

Then THEY go home.

You don't, by the way.  You're still there.  Still wearing the same pair of scrubs (sure, you could change, but why?) that are starting to feel a little too worn.  After a few more hours, you finally take off.  It is that seeing the end of 3 shifts and the start of 3 shifts that makes the 30 hour call day feel the most weird, to me at least.  The end result is an odd feeling of just having been awake and in the same place for far too long.

But then you come home.  I can only take a small nap.  Otherwise it is just too hard to go to sleep and wake up the next morning.  So you spend the rest of the day running on an hour or two of sleep.  Right now I have been up for 37 hours, with a tiny little nap thrown in there.  The mind moves    so     very       s l  o   w.      .           .                  .