. . . sounds like a song but a song of love it is not. I hate the night shift. I love the peace and quiet of the night shift but I hate the graveyard shift in the ER. Most of the time, luckily for our potential patients . . . it is quiet as a graveyard. So we do paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork. I love that, really, really, I do.
I sit there and force myself to stay awake, walk outside run around, breath, breath and breath again. Flush the boredom and sleep away to live so that I can and others may. Check my email, no blog entries from there but I want to. Study my Emergency Nursing books and take test.
Pray for a patient to walk in, pray that it is not too serious but not too minor so I won't hate them for coming into the Emergency Room for a fingernail or a cold they want antibiotics for.
I sit there and I thank god I am NOT in a Level I or Level II trauma center where it is all rushed, chaotic (we don't thrive on true chaos, we abhor it) and you are pushed to the limit every shift because there are not enough nurses or your knowledge is not enough or you slept too little.
Did I mention I hate the night shift and love my workmates and being there. Maybe just one person saved, or healed or pain lessened will inject some meaning into the sometimes senseless debacle that passes for health care in this country mine.
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