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For the count that is. Have I mentioned how much the night shift and I do not get along? (You’re probably getting sick and ‘tired’ of hearing it from me)
Here’s my problem. I’m a light sleeper. So light of a sleeper that the wind outside wakes me- not a lie. So ‘forcing’ myself or convincing myself to sleep is just impossible.
I’m all out of sorts.
My body is rejecting my F’d up circadian clock right now. It doesn’t know if it’s coming or going. Day or night? Stay awake.. or sleep?
When I want or need to sleep.. I’m wide fricken awake!. When I want or need to stay awake.. I’m peeling my eyelids open just to focus! I have to convince my synapses they need to fire.
My mind’s not right. My brain is hazy. And my attitude has gone down the toilet. My poor wife has suffered the most. She gets to listen to me whine.. and she gets the whipping end of my short-fuse. I seem to be snapping and ‘biting’ at all the small things – and I KNOW I’m doing it. She’s so good to me, tolerating me and my down-right miserable-ness. These are one of the million times I am truly lucky to be her husband. She makes me a better man by simply being her – because no one else would tolerate me and my bitterness. I love you angel.
Grr.
I hate this.
I hate the ‘me’ I see.
Tags: me, night shift, nurse
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