I should be working a long 16 hour shift right now; the second of two hard days that always kicked my butt. I’d wake up at 5:30am with a pit in my stomach, hoping it wouldn’t be too difficult of a weekend and also hoping my kids and dogs would be okay with the sitter. I’d wiggle out of bed and unravel myself from my sleeping baby but wanting nothing more then to stay right there where I knew I belonged.
But bills don’t pay themselves and so I did what I had to do... 2 back to back 16 hour shifts mixed in with 3 nights of 4 hours of sleep and those two days weren’t a slice of pie. Nope. You’re on your feet all day, holding your pee most times, dealing with cranky doctors, rushing around taking pictures on the dying, sick, or broken. You’re having kids cough in your face and screaming while you take their picture, you’re comforting an old lady that has a broken hip while having no choice but to stick a metal X-ray plate underneath them and hurting them even more, it’s hugging a crying cancer patient that tells you that they just want to die because they are so tired of hurting, and it’s bawling your eyes out after someone dies right in front of you after multiple attempts of CPR.
I’m grateful for a job that provided me with security for 15 years but I’m beyond thankful I had a plan B because my soul and body were just so tired and burnt out of it all. After my mom passed away, being in the hospital setting was torture because all I could see is her crying in her hospital gown and codes being called.
For the first time in my life I’m happy... I get to make way more money then I did at the hospital while being home with my babies and having time with my spouse whenever I’d like.
I will never settle ever again.. I’m a lifer. This company. My team/ family. Forever and ever... Ps these are messages from a coworker that shared this with me. Still over worked, under paid and always short staffed. So yeah. I’m definitely glad I’m home now. LIKE if you’d like information