three days seems so easy

But really, they're not. It takes the other four days off from work to recover from those three, seemingly innocuous days; at least that's what my brain thinks. No one else seems to find this odd except me. The logic of my brain dictates: fewer days at work, more time off. But life has a way of balancing all things if you pay attention. In fact, I asked for a 24-hour shift, Sunday 7am to Monday 7am, straight through. To me, it's only TWO days work, and only two trips all the way up to the boogie-down, and that means more time for me. One friend argued I'd be in bed all day Monday, and I said "yes, in my bed instead of hauling and hour and a half at 5:30 in the morning - I'll take it."

Still, I've been keeping an eye on myself. I have to or I get a little out of control, lol. Working in medicine is stressful, even if not the harrowing kind, and time to myself is an absolute necessity. So I'm putting the computer down, because today is MY time. Cheers.