Well, I did it.
I survived my first night shift last night. It wasn’t too bad. We kept busy until about one o’clock, and then things kind of fizzled out….
Which, don’t get me wrong, I was slightly grateful for, it being my first night and all. I wanted to ease into things. But on the other hand, it was really difficult to stay awake with nothing to do from two until six A.M. Ugh.
Now I’m home, thoroughly regretting the giant, syrup-drenched waffle I ate to keep myself awake during the homestretch wee hours. I’m strangely wide-awake and questioning my whole existence, namely, why in the world I am still in nursing, a profession I have never felt comfortable in, and have resented for its reliance on weekend, night, and holiday hours for mothers with small children. Bah humbug.
I feel like an extremely fickle person, bouncing from one job to the next, never ever satisfied.
What’s wrong with me?
I kept thinking it was the job, but maybe…
Maybe it’s just me?
But this isn’t really where I wanted to go today. I wanted to direct you all to a lovely little blog that I will be featuring soon, called Growing Baby Shelton. I guest blogged there last week and am just now getting around to sharing the post.
I’m all over the place right now. And again, regretting that waffle.
So, I bid you–