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No more....
Jul. 16th, 2002 06:48 amI have just done the math. By the end of my shift today, I will have worked 70 hours in 6 days, with no days off. I love my work, but this is ridiculous. I've been in the office from 7:30 am until past 9pm most of these days. I've been running in circles bouncing from one appointment to the next, trying to keep patients straight. And I can't do it anymore.
I'm used up. I have no more energy. When I collapsed on my sofa last night, it took everything I had to keep from crying at the thought that I had to go back tomorrow. I didn't have the energy to take off my socks, let alone prepare for another day of surgery, triage, and medical hand-holding for the masses.
I love my job. I'm not used to dreading it, and I don't like that feeling. I'm supposed to enjoy what I do. It's supposed to be fun and exciting, but I've reached a point where I'm incapable of being excited by anything other than the prospect of sitting on something comfy and being hand-fed small pieces of chocolate. Or sleeping.
I've been stretched so thin I feel like I ought to be translucent. Much more of this, and there won't be anything left of me. And in 15 minutes I need to get up and go out the door and face another day of this. Nine more hours, that's all. Then I get a day off. One blessed, joyous day which I intend to sleep through. Just nine more hours. Just grant me the strength to get through that....
I'm used up. I have no more energy. When I collapsed on my sofa last night, it took everything I had to keep from crying at the thought that I had to go back tomorrow. I didn't have the energy to take off my socks, let alone prepare for another day of surgery, triage, and medical hand-holding for the masses.
I love my job. I'm not used to dreading it, and I don't like that feeling. I'm supposed to enjoy what I do. It's supposed to be fun and exciting, but I've reached a point where I'm incapable of being excited by anything other than the prospect of sitting on something comfy and being hand-fed small pieces of chocolate. Or sleeping.
I've been stretched so thin I feel like I ought to be translucent. Much more of this, and there won't be anything left of me. And in 15 minutes I need to get up and go out the door and face another day of this. Nine more hours, that's all. Then I get a day off. One blessed, joyous day which I intend to sleep through. Just nine more hours. Just grant me the strength to get through that....
