Tuesday, November 16, 2010

My poor, confused body

I worked too many night shifts in a row last weekend.

Some of you scientific types may wonder, "What does that do to a person?"

I can tell you what it does to a Camber.

10:30 PM: Go to bed at the same time as Isaac. Oh boy!

10:30-2: Sleep happily.

2 AM: Isaac wakes me up by hitting my face while turning over (no hard feelings, dear). My stomach starts growling.

2:30 AM: I am still WIDE awake, and my stomach is STILL growling. Really?

My stomach thinks it's dinnertime.

2:35 AM: I grudgingly crawl out of bed and yes, eat dinner.

3:00 AM: Still wide awake. And reading every blog in creation.

5:45 AM: My body is finally ready to think about going back to sleep.

6:30 AM: My body actually gets around to going back to sleep.

11:20 AM: I wake up almost 13 hours after going to bed.

Please, think twice before deciding to have chest pain at midnight. Think about your nurses.


  1. You poor girl! I love sleep too much to ever be a nurse.

  2. I hate to say it, but pregnancy causes the same problems - baby doesn't care what time it is. In fact, it's ALWAYS time for dinner in utero! And then an after dinner cardio routine, complete with kicks to Mom's ribs. So, depending on your plans, this could just be really good practice.

    Anyway. Sending much appreciation your way. Nighttime nurses are the best.