Good morning, good morning. I finally feel well-rested, after getting about 18 hours of sleep over the past day and a half. And I put new sheets on my bed yesterday, ones that are made out of T-shirt material — you gotta get yourself some of these. They rock.

Thursday night was another on-call night, and the same little girl that got really sick Monday night started going down that road again. This time, we were able to keep things under control (or, more aptly, her body was able to keep things under control), but it was still a really tough night, both for us and for her. It turns out she has been getting really sick because the semi-permanent IV lines that she has — a Broviac catheter and a Portacath — are both infected, and the surgeons have been less-than-cooperative in getting them out of her. Nonetheless, we had to get a smaller peripheral IV line into her (not easy) and run all of her treatments — antibiotics, chemotherapy, pain medication, large amounts of fluid — through it. And when the IV started to fail, we had to get another one into her. I have to admit, though, that there was a very slight amount pride in my voice when the morning team came in and I was able to say that she wasn’t transferred into the intensive care unit.

Tomorrow (Sunday) is another on-call day, so unless things are way quieter than they’ve been at the hospital, don’t expect to hear from me until Monday afternoon.

A cool day in baseball — the Yankees and Mets are playing a day-night doubleheader in two stadiums. The day game (at Shea) is on right now, and has already had excitement — Met Todd Zeile has been penalized for interference twice, once on defense and once on offense, both times against Yankee Chuck Knoblauch. I doubt I’ll ever see this happen in baseball again.

One of the best headlines I’ve read in a while: Net pornographer probed.

What a terrible story — after a youth league hockey game that involved more contact than it was supposed to, one father got a bit out of control and was thrown out of the rink. He returned, though, and punched another father in the head; the man lost consciousness, was rushed to the hospital, and died soon thereafter. The man has not yet been charged with anything more than misdemeanor assault, but now that his victim has died, he is expected to be charged with manslaughter or murder.

OK, I know I’ve said it before, and I know I’ll say it again… the Onion rules.

Surely you’ve received, at some point in your Internet life, the little chain mail recounting what happened to all of the signers of the Declaration of Independence (reprinted in an old Jonah Goldberg column). This Independence Day, apparently a few major columnists fell for it, prompting historical scholars to try to set the record straight. The Boston Globe actually suspended the author of their column over the flap. In all of this, though, it turns out that Rush Limbaugh’s father lifted parts of the infamous email in an essay about being proud to be American (warning: obnoxious background music), prompting another rebuttal.

I ended up not trying to catch OpSail 2000 from the med school dorm roofs, but it turns out that had I tried, I would have failed anyway; the captains of the ships decided to turn around at 59th Street, rather than come all the way up the the George Washington Bridge as planned. This decision has generated a lot of controversy in New York, since turning around early meant that only the relatively wealthy neighborhoods got to catch the event.