As I had expected, my week on night float did little to perturb my circadian cycle, as I’m already prone to the night owl lifestyle to begin with. Despite working more than 100 hours last week, I experienced a good variety of stuff – a ruptured globe from a BB gun, a trauma patient with orbital compartment syndrome, a ruptured medial rectus, a few retinal detachments, and a patient with both Leber Congenital Amaurosis and Coat’s disease (two things we usually just read about in textbooks). I also got to repair a few eyelid lacerations and perform a canthotomy/cantholysis in the ICU at Mass General. I had little idea of what I was doing, but my senior held my hand like a little kid. The nurses were surprised by my enthusiasm, but they also remarked that it was only my first week – and still had plenty of time to become bitter and disillusioned. After emerging from my vampiric existence on Saturday, we had dinner at a new Chinatown joint that was disappointingly lacking in wok hay, then pulled out our bamboo mat to watch the opening night of Shakespeare on the Commons. This year, the company did The Comedy of Errors. My exhaustion set in half-way, and I fell asleep amidst the multiple dance numbers and barrage of slapstick humor. Nevertheless, I’m just glad to be returning to the land of the living.