It's 3:45am, pacific standard time. I'm at work. I'm tired. Voided of any stimulation, I blankly stare hoping a patient will ring for pain medication. (not for diaper changed, I hate cleaning up pooh. Laughing about it yes, cleaning it no!)
NIght shift is a test. I marvel at how long my body can stay awake. Indeed, I am working on my second cup of coffee. However, that cup only gave me enough caffeination to energize me to type a blog. No amount of caffeine really helps during the early hours of morning. It is pure mental and physical powers forcing myself to stay awake. Many people ask me how I can do a 12 hour night shift. I have no idea how I do it. If I wasn't at work, I could try to force myself to stay awake, but often times it results in failure.
I am the walking functional zombie. I respond when needed. Indeed, it maybe be easier on nightshift work wise, but it is more challenging personally as your force your body to ignore its yearning for sleep.
I think the coffee is weaning out of my system because I am losing the mental capacity to type a blog.
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