It was the beginning of December in 2021 when I started the night call nurse position.
Let me back up. In the spring of that year my manager pulled me aside. She knew that I picked up the vast majority of the call and she wanted to warn me that the corporation was doing a pilot call team position at a sister hospital. If the call team was successful, the idea would roll out to all the hospitals in the market and then the corporation. If that happened, all my call hours would go away. The pilot was successful and they were going to roll it out to the market hospitals.
When the position opened I took a deep breath and applied.
There were various reasons for this. It was mid pandemic and the dark scary 2020 was over and people were surviving and the schedule was open to all surgeries again. Vaccinations were in full swing in the population. It felt like time to breathe.
More than that, it felt like time to step back from being so involved in the hospital.
I could have stepped away from call and only done my 1430-2300 Monday-Friday shifts. Without every night and all weekend call I would gain 88 hours back. 40 of night call hours, and 48 of all weekend call.
That would have been good. I would get my nights and weekends back.
But the call that I enjoy so much would have been wildly reduced.
Call is my favorite. Have I mentioned that?
I had been working so hard for so long that I felt that I needed to step away from my workaholic tendencies.
I interviewed and received an offer. After a counter offer to keep the ability to maintain my clinical ladder, I accepted.
My new journey as the night call nurse would commence in 30 days.
It was time and this was a good stopping point.
I had been the evening charge nurse for 10 years.
I had been leading shared governance in most of its levels for 6 years. I had been on four hospital committees with their attendant meetings which was about 2 hours per week. I stepped back to 1 committee and from the corporate shared governance levels.
It was time for this workaholic to try to remember who she was without the hospital.
I have maintained the Cookie Thursday is a Thing and I am proud that there hasn’t been any store bought cookies for 3 years. Its popularity is waning and I have to consider what that is going to mean for the future CTIAT. But more on that in the new year.
Carving out a 50 hour workweek out of 128+ hours I had been scheduled was going to take some time to get used to.
But first a nap.
And then maybe I will look around and see what I can do with my new free time.
Since this all happened in the past I can tell you that I spent the next six months applying to a PhD program and I’ve been doing that for the past three years. But that is a story for School Me Saturday.
Being a recovering workaholic is hard. Especially one who jumped straight into another long term commitment.
I assure you that this is slowing down for me.
I regularly tell other operating room nurses that I encounter at conventions or online that I have the coolest job in the world.
And I still feel that way.