Generally, I don't heart the holidays as I should simply because I'm going to work the majority of them. The time away from my husband makes me sad. This Labor Day was no exception.
Nurses know that on a holiday the hospital will be overrun with patients or there will be no patients. This Labor Day I had three patients and I only had a fourth by the end of twelve looooong hours of sitting at the desk. My patients were all a day or so away from being discharged and really didn't need me. I like to be busy at work. Something has to make those twelve hours fly by!
There were even a few hundred Hurricane Gustave refugees nearby, but no one needed care.
Meanwhile, my husband was at home, feet up, enjoying a beautiful day off while I sat in the nurse's station of a nearly empty hospital, twiddling my thumbs and missing him.
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