They are shifts I hate. Night Shift on Saturday night. (generally always a busy night) then interrupted sleep on Sunday daytime, and back to work on Sunday evening.
My face will look like bagpuss' by Monday Morning I can tell you (it's not far from that now!).
But, I know I am the lucky one.
Some of the poor sods I will be working with, will be doing night shifts over the weekend then day shifts some time in the following week.
Such is life on an Intensive Care Unit which is governed by an unfeeling computerised off duty system which couldn't give a flying stuff about circadian rhythms.
On my last shift I listened with some sympathy to one girl's story of how she had to try to balance 3 small kids, full time shifts, a husband working all the hours God sends, Christmas preparations and a rather convoluted house move.
No wonder her head looked as though it was fused directly onto her shoulders without benefit of a neck!
In a quiet moment , realising that my life is , in general, rather stress free ( apart from those bloody wardrobe doors of course!) I gave her a neck rub, which certainly pressed all of her relaxation-in-need buttons.
"why can't you be full time!" the nurse complained "I could do with one of these everyday"
"If I worked full time here I would be living inside a rubber room within 2 weeks!"I replied
and do you know what?
I BLOODY WELL would be