AmyLandon.
Peanut noodles.
Titanic jokes.
I close the entry door behind me and trudge through the foyer. My entire body aches with exhaustion. I’m coming off of my third night shift at the hospital—the third one is always the worst. My body isn’t meant for multiple consecutive days of hectic work with little sleep, but that’s the life of a nurse.
Last night was particularly awful because I had a seven-year-old who’d had a horrific run-in with some fireworks. Why people are shooting off fireworks in September is beyond me. He came to me after his surgery right when I was supposed to be getting off work. But the nurse relieving me had car trouble and was late. So, my twelve-hour night turned into a sixteen-hour one.
I love my job at the University of Michigan Mott Children’s Hospital. I
