It’s quarter to seven in the AM and I’ve slept all of about 3 hours. I laid down to sleep and fell asleep, only to wake about 3 hours later. I didn’t think I would have a problem flipping to day-side this time. But I am having trouble. I’ve been on nights schedule for 3 three weeks straight thanks to “issues” with my (read: the floor ) schedule. Y’know, the lovely 3 on, 1 off, 1 on, 1 off, 2 on…and on, never fully able to flip into day-side, nor completely on the night-side. Kind of in a temporal purgatory, where one is always tired, no matter what you do.
My doc (bless her) wrote Ambien for me, to help, “ease the transition.” I felt like I wouldn’t need it tonight. And, when I realized I did, it was far too late to take it. I can’t be sporting and Ambien hangover for half of the day. As is the norm this time of year there is much to do. Presents to wrap, cookies to bake, houses to clean, in-laws to run away from and the general manic overload of the season. I’m glad I don’t have to drive anywhere for Christmas. For once, everyone is headed our way. And methinks that is the root of the problem.
Honestly, I do like my in-laws. My mother-in-law is great. Her words of encouragement in nursing school always haunt me, “if I ever heard that you said ‘this is the CNA’s job,’ I (all $1.25, soaking wet of her) will personally kick your butt!” Her ex-husband, my wife’s stepfather (guess that makes him my ex-stepfather-in-law?) is a whole other ballgame. I know everything I have heard about him is tainted by the experience of those who lived through it, but I have seen his worst side on more than one occasion. It ain’t pretty. Like many of my difficult patients, I have learned to handle him and at times like him a little. But having him here carrying along the tension that exists between him and the rest of the family will make life a little more difficult.
It appears that I will have to “cowboy-up” and muddle through this episode much like any other I have muddled through in the last 9 years (soon to be 10) I have been a part of the family. And I hate to say it, but I’m almost looking forward to going back to work next week.
Besides the nagging dread of the in-laws, to top it all off, the cherry on top, I’m coming down with the “crud” as well. Sniffling, coughing, general malaise, post-nasal drip – the works. Yes, it going to be a Merry Christmas indeed.
Now that I’ve cast a pall on anyone reading this, let me reassure you: I have grown to love the Holidays. After working in the airline industry, I hated the Holidays. It was the busiest time of the year. Now, I love it. I will enjoy it. Now as in “Christmas Vacation” it may take a little help from Jack Daniels, or in this case, Captain Morgan, but I will survive. And maybe even have a little fun!
Wishing all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!