Last night’s shift was one of the easier ones… of these days.
Back when I first started night shifts were far easier though. We would be
called in to work from home for emergency cases, do our bit and then go home
again. I can remember my first ever night shift in August 1985 when my last call
ended at half past midnight and I then lay awake all night waiting for calls
than never came. I didn’t count the work last night but there were far too many
blood samples to be called about each individual one. With no more than fifteen
minutes (at most) between each time I had to do something last night, I
probably had over fifty blood samples between midnight and the arrival of the
early shift, and got a break (for a sandwich at three o’clock) by just
walking out for ten minutes.
And back in the day I would have worked a night shift (from
five pm until nine am) having worked the previous day and having been
expected to work the subsequent day too.
How times have changed.
As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking about
the latest inflation
figures that have been released. They were far worse than anyone
had expected. Two (so-called) experts were wheeled on. The first
explained the pickle the country is in, and outlined the measures needed to
lower inflation. The second then explained (in great detail) how the
first was wrong and expounded a complete opposite approach to the first. The
first then effectively said that the second was talking out of his arse and the
“discussion” went downhill from there.
There was also talk about how the world has been asked to
bung even more money at
Ukraine. When you consider just how many wars are raging across the
world at the moment you have wonder
about why the conflict in Ukraine get pretty much absolutely all of the
coverage.
Because the West wants a fight with Russia?
I got home and went to bed. The puppies came with me and we
all dozed for three hours after which I got up for a late brekkie. As I scoffed,
Facebook told me about friends who were having birthdays today. One of whom was
twenty-eight today… Twenty-eight!! I remember visiting him on the post-natal
ward at the hospital on the day he was born.
Where do the years go?
“er indoors TM” had lunch break and we
all went to Orlestone Woods for a little walk. We had a good walk; but (it
has to be said) we could have done without the wallowing chest-deep in
stagnant swamps. So with walk walked we came home and as “er indoors TM”
carried on working so I scrubbed dogs.
No day after a night shift is complete without ironing, and
as I ironed I watched three episodes of “Shameless” before falling
asleep on the sofa.
“er indoors TM” boiled up a rather
good bit od scran which we scoffed whilst watching another episode of “Star
Trek: Strange New Worlds” which was also rather good.
I quite like night work in that I get time at home during
the week like I had this afternoon… if only it didn’t leave me quite so tired.
Oh – did you know that today was National Dachshund Day?
I didn’t.
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