I knew this was going to be more interesting than most heart catheterizations when the mic’d up voice behind the glass asked about RN Erin’s “booty call.” “What? Was that God?” I asked no one in particular, lying flat on my back in a glorious state of conscious sedation. Turns out while under the influence of fentanyl, I believe God is an eye-rolling, smack-talking hospital technician named Alesha. (She is not.) “Girl, it’s BUDDY call, not booty call,” she laughs. “But you know we’re going to run booty into the ground now.” RN Max concurs, his smiling hazel eyes peering above a teal mask. “Erin’s still in training and needs…