You could also call it, Armageddon, or, alternatively, The Day Clinical Stood Still.
Pair “The Floor Is Actually Quiet Today” with “I Haven’t Eaten Since 2200 And Its 1000 And There’s No Coffee,” and you get a stomach you can’t ignore. I ate my 6″ sub at 1300 in 3 minutes, flat.
Add “Everything Is Taken Care Of” to “Patient Who Takes Care Of Herself,” and mix well with “Students Talking On and On About Alcohol and Getting Ratchet” as the alternative to critical thinking exercises.
Ok, so not exactly a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (try telling that to my aching tummy), but enough to earn a sigh, eye roll, and another stomach growl as I stare at the milkshake my patient’s family brought for them. . .