A decent night, after an excellent days sleep. Unfortunately, I didn't get up when the alarm went off... Karen woke me up at 18:35. But I made it to work on time, clocked in at 19:01. Very quick shower, and I forgot to put on deodorant until I got to work. Luckily, I keep some in my locker...
And it's gonna be a beautiful day, reaching 60F. Spring is really here, I think. I know, it really was here yesterday, but the 20th doesn't really seem right. 21 March, that's *really* spring. Call me old-fashioned.
Or just call me old. But don't let my mother hear you.
The next four nights are ten-hour ones, which are a snap comparatively. Usually. I'm off Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, not just Monday and Tuesday like I thought, so I should be able to get something accomplished anyway. Two nights off is pretty worthless.
It's amazing how much my attitude improves when I don't spend the night running my ass off. I was even quite cheerful when the day people came in today.
I know that people think that I'm just whining when I say that I ran all night, they think that I just want to slack off and get my paycheck... well, there's an element of truth in there. But the main problem that I have is that I seem to have to be in two or three places at once, and I almost have to literally run to get all of the stuff done that needs doing. Most of the stuff that I do isn't stuff that can wait.
Some of that is kinda exciting and challenging and fun. I need maybe just a little every night... but all night is more than I can take. I really don't know how much of that is due to my age and how much is due to the increased patient load. But it doesn't really matter, what matters is 1) can I get it all done? and 2) is it gonna kill me if I keep on doing it? I have put my selfish self at the bottom for way too long...
Of course, if every night was like last night, there would be no problem. Or if just 5 out of 7 were like that...
Anyhoo... bedtime.