And then you’d have to try to frantically catch up with your other patient in the unit who’d been seen by 5 different docs and had pages of orders written. Even if peers had given meds or stepped in to help, you still were behind on your charting or other interventions. The memory is making me feel anxious.
My DH had a hard time believing it when I’d get home after a 12 hour shift and tell him “Hold on-let me run to the bathroom. I haven’t gone since 5 am.” And ditto on the 5 minute lunches.
I did have to quit in my 40’s due to back problems, among other reasons. I’ve had one neck surgery already, and am growing suspicious that another one looms in my future.