And then some days it's more like this:

Too long on call. Short staffed. Even shorter tempered. Nothing has gone right.

Not one thing.

Wondering why in the @#$% you do this for a living.

ED is swamped with a capital S.

On the cart is a patient who, thanks to some bad life choices, has veins that love to play a dodgy game of peek-a-boo. The only thing standing between the patient and...well...an assortment of tests and treatments (read: surgery) is the need for decent IV access.

The Access Team is indisposed. Anesthesia is busy in a code.

So you do your thing.

One carefully and diligently secured 18G later, you leave the ED bay and it's all like:

.....That's right. Slow motion walk and theme music.

Because we can.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go play sand volley ball in my acid wash jeans and check the time by obscenely flexing my bicep. Because of reasons.

mmhm.

And suddenly, it's all going to be just fine.