Oh. OK. So that's how it feels to work full time. After eight weeks off, I'd nearly forgotten. And, even though this was probably the easiest week of my nursing career, I'm absolutely exhausted. After three seemingly endless nights on my feet, I'm dog tired. (My eyelids are drooping as I'm trying to finish this entry.) Let's face it, all this R&R has made me soft. I can't even imagine attempting to pull a fourth shift right now. At this point, I want nothing more than to crawl into bed, pull the covers over my head, and shut the world out. If Mouse would let me, I would gladly sleep the entire weekend away. I'm sure the majority of said fatigue is simply related to the drastic change in my schedule, as my body is no longer accustomed to pulling all-nighters. But my drawn-out vacation is a thing of the past, so I suppose it's time to reacquaint myself with the physical punishment inherent to working nights. (Which is still far more attractive than the thought of getting up early enough to work the day shift.)
All whining aside, it's good to be back. It's nice to get out of the house, feel productive, and meet new people. So far, all of my prior qualms and nerves have proven to be unfounded. Sure, there are new things to learn, but getting back on the floor is kind of like riding a bike. I may be a little shaky at the get-go, but it isn't taking long to find my rhythm. Soon enough, I'll be back to my old self. But first, I need to take a very, very long nap.
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