Tuesday, April 5, 2011
I did my first night shift this past weekend. Not only was it my first ever night shift but my very first ever 12 hour shift. I thought I would die. Everyone keeps saying I just have to get use to it but I think they are just trying to be positive. I'm not sure that a body will ever get use to staying up all night. I didn't get much of a nap on the day that I went in to work. Then on the morning after work I only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep. I begged and pleaded with Tegan to take a nap but he was having no part of it. But today this is what he is doing... I felt a little like a mental patient while at work. We are in a
room closet with no windows or ventilation of any kind. When you walk in the hall you are surrounded by 4 different nurses stations for the ICU that have to turn off their lights at 10pm, then the patient rooms, then there is a hallway and then finally there are windows. So as you can imagine...I don't really ever get to see outside to see that it is dark. When referring to coming in to work I kept saying "this morning" when really it was "last night". At around 3 or 4 in the morning I thought I was going to throw up. My body had no idea what I was doing to it. But I pulled through and survived. There are so many negatives to weekend night shift but there are so many positives. One of those positives being that once I walk out those doors on Monday morning, I don't return until Saturday evening almost a week later. I'm just trying to focus on that!!!