The hospital never stops. Unfortunately, the weather doesn't always cooperate with that. Yesterday at work, the charge nurse said those fatal words to me..."Do you want to stay over? We're desperately short..." I waffled for a little while, but...how do you say no to that? Especially when everybody says the roads are bad. So, I said yes.
An incredible thing happens after midnight at the hospital. All of a sudden the frantic pace slows. It's quiet. Patients are sleeping, at least in theory. There aren't a million things to do at every given moment. The lights are dimmer. It's quiet. There's time for conversation with coworkers. It's peaceful. Granted, I'm sure it isn't always this way, but it is definitely a different pace. Then 6am happens. I have to give heparin shots, finish up charting, and try to avoid the fifty people in white coats suddenly appearing out of the woodwork. Suddenly everything is loud and busy and overwhelming and I need to get out of there.
By the end of it, I was awake for over 24 hours straight and very ready for bed.
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