I took last week off. The reasons are varied: need to take PTO before I cap out and stop accruing more, we were supposed to go to DC but my husband’s now new job says he can’t get the time off, it’s the last week of the Spring semester and therefore the work is light. But, yeah, I took the week off.
I kept call Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights but otherwise no work.
I planned to take call on the Sunday that bookended my week off.
And I just got home from 12 straight hours, three laparoscopic cases, 1 jaw versus tree, and one there is a fracture we need to fix it.
12 hours.
I forget how much the Universe hates it when I take time off.
And bitch slaps me when I go back to work.
