Do you remember January and the early part of February, when I was doing what seemed to be a never-ending series of nights? Well, I’m back on them tomorrow. Back to dinner at breakfast time, murdering the postman with my bare hands, being fed tea by the wonderful lovely nurses on Cardiology, and all that jazz.
There are a lot of reasons to hate nights, but, once I’m over the inevitable icky jetlag feeling, I actually really don’t.
So, as I try to nudge my body clock back in the direction of being awake all night and asleep all day, these are my top ten reasons to not hate nights.
1. On the days that I start work at 8am, I am the undisputed queen of throwing some clothes on, spilling some food into the cat bowls while brushing my teeth, and racing out of the door with a travel mug and a toast sandwich in hand. Somehow, on the days that I start work at 8pm, I get up in time to make real dinner and have cuddles with the cats.
2. I never get stuck in traffic.
3. I don’t spend half of my shift on a ward round.
4. I can wear pyjamas to work.
5. A cream cheese sandwich at three o’clock in the morning will never not taste amazing.
6. I get to spend most of my shift seeing new patients, and I have fantastic medical registrars and SHOs who trust my clinical judgement but also give me actual feedback on my differentials and management plans.
6b. And then offer to turn that feedback into stuff for ePortfolio. (I hate ePortfolio.)
7. The bed managers are a lot more Zen. This is important because I work in a department where the doctors share an office with the bed managers.
8. It’s nice to work with a smaller team and we have fun, a bit.
9. The difference between weekends on ward cover and nights on ward cover is that, at night, there is a nurse practitioner who holds a triage page and consequently a lot of the crap gets filtered out.
10. I sleep really well during the day, which means that I generally don’t have as much to complain about as most people who work nights.
10b. And even less to complain about than that, because I don’t have a partner or kids who think that “working nights” means “days off”.
+1. I am already fantasising about my post-nights breakfast on Monday morning.