Easter Weekend

Again, I had to work Easter Weekend, just like last year. But guess what folks… this is the last time (for a long time) that I will work 12 hour shifts on a weekend!! Yay!!

I will start with Thursday, because that’s when we played handbells at the Maundy Thursday service. I really enjoyed the piece we played (What Wondrous Love) – beautiful and mournful and  exciting, just like Easter. I really love being part of a church that celebrates all these traditional elements of spiritual holidays. In college, I probably would have seen such things as archaic, but now I have grown into it!

On Friday, we had our 3rd surprise party of the year for our friend Chris PR – his first ever!  It was not what you would expect of a surprise party. Well, there were decorations, and wine, and cake and icecream, and dogs and good friends:

But our activities included Bananagrams and puzzling:

Yes, we demolished that 500 piece puzzle. And of course, the always fun “giraffe kissing”:

 

Finally, amongst med school partiers, no birthday is complete without sharing around the Peak Flow Meter:

So as you can see, a good time was had by all!

Saturday was Chris’s day off but I was working a 12 hour shift on bone marrow transplant. So what did my sweet husband do? Bring me lunch!! Right after that he got a call… one of his patients was ready to have her baby! Everything went well, he got home at 3AM and went to church the next day, napping intermittently. He’s something else! On Sunday I was again working a 12-hour shift on a hematology/oncology floor. After that I came home and had leftovers with  Chris before he left for his overnight shift.

Easter Monday, now… that was a good day! My mom ran the Boston marathon and did SPECTACULARLY, and this after she had suffered some crippling Achilles tendon pain. God healed her and she was able to run a 3:40! I am so proud of my mom and her 8:30 miles.

I also got to visit all of my church ladies. As a deacon, I was assigned several people to visit, and chatting with them has been so  fun and rewarding. This time, I delivered a bunch of Easter flowers that our church gets for them every year.

Well I could go on and on, about how one of my ladies fed me delectable chocolate chip meringues, or how we had Faith Fillers last night and wise ladies from Bible study tackled heavy questions like “how to influence your husband to faith” and “what is heaven like” and “why shouldn’t people live together,” or about how school is almost done for this semester. But instead I will just say… praise the Lord! He has given me a wonderful life and most importantly the ultimate gift of His Son’s sacrifice. I am so thankful and whatever may come,  I know He is in control. Happy belated Easter to all of you!

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Lunch in the Time Warp

12 hour shifts are timeless.

In all honesty, I would rather work 8’s. I quite enjoy my 3 8-hour evenings a week more than I would enjoy 3 12’s. Why, you ask? It comes down to quality of life. After a 12 hour day shift, I have maybe 4 hours of productive off time before I have to fall into bed and be ready for the next day. Whereas with 8 hour shifts, I have 8 hours, that’s TWICE AS MUCH down time, to read/run errands/do laundry/spend time with my husband.

(Sure, mathematicians, I get paid 2/3 as much but money isn’t everything…)

But when I am working a 12 hour shift, I really don’t mind it. I find myself in a time warp. I know I’m going to be at work all day (or all night) and I may as well accept it. The day streams by in its series of neat boxes; medications, treatments, vital signs, lunch, repeat. Before I know it, the next shift nurses are swarming like – something loveable and friendly that swarms – to get report and I can go home.

Today the time warp was nicely broken up by lunch with some float colleagues. As floats, we don’t see the same people day after day. We get to know nurses on different floors but it takes a little more effort to build friendships when both the people and the territory change every shift.

But coworker hang-outs are totally worth it! I can’t express how relaxing it is to chat and commiserate with other float nurses. We can discuss the idiosyncracies of our different floors, complain about switching between days and nights, and share notes on all our mutual float friends that we rarely see.

I am very thankful for my job because, from what I read, a guaranteed 30+ minute lunch is not common in many nursing environments. But it adds so much to job satisfaction. That chance to step away from the craziness of the floor, leaving my patients in another nurse’s capable hands, eat, drink, go to the bathroom, and talk… After a good lunch I can return to work refreshed ready to run my behind off for the rest of the shift without any problem.

Thank God for nursing lunch!