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It’s been thirteen days since I was able to sleep without worrying I’d be so tired, I’d miss the alarm in the morning. It’s been thirteen days of all my brainpower being used to just stand upright and speak English. Thirteen days. Tomorrow is my first day off in two weeks and I’ll probably sleep (I’m waiting for the Benadryl to kick in right now). I’ll try and put my feet up since it’s the first day I won’t be standing on linoleum for hours on end. I’ll rest my c-spine since it’s the first day I won’t be lifting pans full of instruments or holding a kicking kid. It’ll be the first day I’ll be able to sleep. It’ll be the first day I’ll be able to take the new MacBook out to the city’s coffeeshops. An entire day without overhead pages, beepers, surgeons, anesthesia, kids, parents, lockers, scrubs. The first… and the last.

It’s back to the same things Monday and then the rest of the week. I work the holiday almost as if it didn’t exist.

November 18th, 2006 | Category: Life |  Print |  Send it | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL