For weeks my coworkers and I have been consoling each other with “Maybe it’ll get easier when December is over.”
How quickly we forgot.
Once the glitz/fun/parties whirl of the December is over, the schedule craziness still hangs over us like miasma after bad seafood.
There will be no lightening of the schedule until the flu season starts to lift.
At least, that is how it has been in the past three years.
And although the year is still very young (nine days old), it looks to repeat the pattern of heavy patients, heavy case loads, heavy call shifts.
But without the fun of the holidays.
Joy to the OR,
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 