Yesterday morning I did not want to get up. More specifically, I wanted to stay in bed and sleep and sleep and sleep. I got up, stopped toying with the idea of bunking off, and actually had a pretty good day. When the charge nurse asked for volunteers to take off today. I said 'sure' and life handed me compensation. One cannot count on this, but once it a while, life evens out. We begin the slow period, as several docs go to conferences. The mandatory education modules must be finished by the end of the month. Dull beyond belief, and poorly written questions, but I will churn through them in the next few weeks. All just part of the job. Once in a while, there is actual, useful, new information... like every five years, or so.
D is having a hell of a time with insomnia. I would gladly give him one of my nights of sleep, if I could. I rubbed his feet, which has been known to help, and buzzed the hair off of his head, which also helps, and he slept, with only one wake-up from Moby. He's still pretty groggy, poor dear. Thankfully, he has flexible hours, and his last minute switching of which-day-worked this week is acceptable.
Dullness reigns today, which is fine. Just fine.
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I dream of having a dull day. With young progeny those days are far from arriving. Maybe once they're all moved out. Maybe.
I fortunately have never suffered insomnia.
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