Clock
Clock in at 0645, clock out at 1923. Come home, eat, sleep. Clock in 0645, clock out 1750, come home, eat, stare. Soon to sleep. Another day to come. Then up the next day early to re-do my Basic Life Support skills, that in the old hospital were covered by my Advanced Cardiac Life Support certification, but in this one are not. Then a full day on Friday.
I want to sleep and sleep and sleep.
I want to sleep and sleep and sleep.
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7 comments:
I don't blame you. I'm sleepy at the moment.
I will be more sleepy once the baby arrives as babies do not typically respect out-of-womb sleeping schedules.
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I always found it surprising that my wife (SRN - Charing Cross Hospital, London) and I had enough time together to decide we should get married.
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You're putting me off returning to work - which I'm just about to do having retired twice previously!
Yikes. o_O
Sleep well, if not for long.
Begged off early today, at the mercy of the charge nurse. So I am having tea and time.
PP,
This is part of why I never wanted kids, I need my sleep, and I'm sure I would have resented. Not fair on them.
m,
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BB,
This is why I had D move in with me when I started nursing school, figured we'd never see each other any other way.
RR,
Ah, that makes the Nom de Blog make even more sense. Don't do it if you don't have to, is my POV.
P,
Do my best. Friday looks like a train wreck already, though. BUT, I found out I get Monday off for M.L. King Day. A strange little side benefit of the Civil Rights struggle.
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