Despite the fact that this was touted to be an amazing month of procedures and an easier schedule in terms of total number of hours, I find myself in a constant haze of never knowing what day it is much less what time of the day it is. Shift work definitely has its perks, but for me the lack of a good day to day rhythm and constantly being tired isn’t working so well for me. It’s a good experience, but I realize that no matter how much I enjoyed this, I’m no longer really tolerant of this kind of abuse on my body.
Had I started this journey at a younger age, I probably would have jumped into whatever struck me as exciting and fun, scheduling and bad hours would probably not be given even a glimmer of a second thought. Where I am now, though, I respect and cherish my body a lot more and the way I think about my approach to life and career is vastly different.
I imagine this terrible sleep schedule, the odd hours awake, and the liberal use of caffeine (and when I say liberal I mean one cup a day, two at the max, and two is very rare) isn’t helping me shed my winter weight. Weight gain that I blame on the terrible hours I had over the winter with 24 hour calls every three days.
Only a few more days of overnight shifts and then I should be back to a more normal schedule. I can’t wait to join the world of the living. As convenient as it might sound, overnight shifts and random hours of sleep are less than ideal.
More thoughts later…I’m not exactly coherent.