Death by night shift in A new era

Night two. Of the seven I am working, in an eight day period. Yup, that's right, shift work sucks. God knows I love my job and wouldn't change it for anything, but if I could just not work such crap shifts it'd be so much better!

The second night is always the worst. I've had first break, we've managed to get two hours each because the ward is so quiet, I have seven patients, rosa has six. Usually overnight we'll have 11 each so this is a welcome break!

I had a little snooze, about an hour and a half. I tend to average four hours sleep a day, including what I've had on my break, which is really not enough by anyone's standards. I have three weeks of nights, so by the time I'm done, I'm pretty much a zombie!

Stopped by john's work this afternoon, seeing as he's on his own. It's definitely a challenge not seeing him while I'm working these silly shifts, and he's working his silly hours to cover for his dumbass boss who got suspended for fiddling prices on rental cars.......again!

I guess we're both resigned to just taking our opportunities where we can get them and making the most of little snippets of time we do have together. The sex life has taken a serious battering though, his glass fronted office on a main road is not exactly conducive to a quickie, and neither is my car when his mum has flipped and said she wants neither of us in the house like she did the other night.

Hopefully that'll be rectified today, he's on half day, I'll snooze when I get home and be up when he's done, so we should be able to have a few hours snuggled together before I have to head back to work again tonight. We figured out that the next night we'll get to go to bed together and wake up together without one or the other of us having to run off to work is a week on Sunday, the bank holiday weekend.

It can't come soon enough!

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