Did I mention I worked nearly 60 hours last week?
I must be crazy as I volunteered to do several 12 hour shifts in a row and towards the end of the week, I was thinking well ahead to my next day off and how I would spend it. During the occasional quiet moments on the ward, I found myself looking out of the window at the rare sight of blue skies and sunshine, wishing I was outside soaking in it. I couldn't wait to swap my ironed, stuffy uniform for a thin t-shirt and to treat my tired, achy feet to a walk across a sandy beach.
