Don't get me wrong, I have worked night shift before. For years it was my prefer
red shift. I still enjoy picking up a night shift here and there. However I am noticing that I am getting . . . well not to use the O word, you could say I am not as young as I used to be.
I took a nap to help give me an energy boost, but I have hit that wall. The wall where my brain has told my body What the heck are you doing?? This is prime sleeping time . . . .so go to sleep!!!
I am prepared for the wall. I brought snacks. I brought water. I have been walking around. I have been doing those little tasks that need to get done, but can be done anytime during the shift. I have been working on my visit note (we are doing a trial of computer charting). I sent some emails. I am updating my blog. All while my patient happily sleeps away, and their monitors are all quietly shining out their perfectly normal numbers.
I do find that there is a peace to be found in working nights. Something about dimming the lights and moving at a slower more mello pace brings a different tone to the shift. Maybe it is because all around me people are regenerating and repairing, and recuperating for their day. It could be because the whirring sounds, mixed with the soft inhale and exhale, and the slight shushing noises from the machines all combine to create a uniquely relaxing soundscape. It could be because I am a night owl at heart.
Now if only the transition from day shifts to night shifts, and back again weren't so stinky!!
Until next time (when the sun is up and shining) remember:
Love the Seher Gals
