Christmas Day was pretty boring except for the last three hours, which involved lots of blood flying out of a patient's various orifices. This patient got six units of PRBCs, four units of FFPs, three liters of warmed fluids, two units of platelets. And a partridge in a pear tree.
When DR picked me up at midnight, I got in the car and he said, "Uh, ew. You smell like meat." My shoes and scrub pants were covered in blood. It was pretty gross. But also fun.
It was especially nice because when I called the ICU the next day, the patient was still alive and stable. Very satisfying.