Is it possible to BE this tired?
I can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. I have been in the week from hell.
Since last Wednesday, I have been rising at 4:30 AM to be at the hospital before 6 AM. My go-live support shift goes until 6:30 PM, and then I never end up leaving until at least 7:30 PM because there are always "issues" to solve. I did this 13+ hour day routine for 6, count 'em, 6 days in a row (plus working the prior Monday and Tuesday). I thought I was gonna die. I have never worked so hard or been so exhausted, even after having la bambina. Who I didn't get to see awake for 6 whole days. I think she forgot who I am.
And, of course, since I am semi-in charge of the Emergency Room stuff, nobody can make a decision or even go to the bathroom without my say so (well, they can, but they won't). I spent the first three days walking the length of the basement and 1st floor of the hospital about a thousand times, and it is not that small a hospital. Add to that an idiot in my department stirring up labor-shit (to the point the Manager wanted to call security and have him removed--drama in the ER isn't just on TV), and you have the makings of a fun-filled week.
So, Tuesday and today were my two days off. I'm supposed to do another 6 on, but I don't think I can physically handle it. Everyone is dropping like flies from some creeping crud illness going around our command center, Clara has been sick, and I know I'm gonna catch something. Won't Christmas be grand, with me being on pager to answer stupid questions while the respirator keeps me going after I fall ill to the mother of all sicknesses.
I really don't want to go back. Mommy, don't make me!!!
Since last Wednesday, I have been rising at 4:30 AM to be at the hospital before 6 AM. My go-live support shift goes until 6:30 PM, and then I never end up leaving until at least 7:30 PM because there are always "issues" to solve. I did this 13+ hour day routine for 6, count 'em, 6 days in a row (plus working the prior Monday and Tuesday). I thought I was gonna die. I have never worked so hard or been so exhausted, even after having la bambina. Who I didn't get to see awake for 6 whole days. I think she forgot who I am.
And, of course, since I am semi-in charge of the Emergency Room stuff, nobody can make a decision or even go to the bathroom without my say so (well, they can, but they won't). I spent the first three days walking the length of the basement and 1st floor of the hospital about a thousand times, and it is not that small a hospital. Add to that an idiot in my department stirring up labor-shit (to the point the Manager wanted to call security and have him removed--drama in the ER isn't just on TV), and you have the makings of a fun-filled week.
So, Tuesday and today were my two days off. I'm supposed to do another 6 on, but I don't think I can physically handle it. Everyone is dropping like flies from some creeping crud illness going around our command center, Clara has been sick, and I know I'm gonna catch something. Won't Christmas be grand, with me being on pager to answer stupid questions while the respirator keeps me going after I fall ill to the mother of all sicknesses.
I really don't want to go back. Mommy, don't make me!!!