tired

i am. tired.

i often work well over twelve hours a day and over eighty hours a week. it is physically demanding with standing up for hours on end, draped in lead, or walking all over the many floors of the hospital without stopping, around and around and up and down and back up again, for thirty hours at a stretch. it is mentally taxing, requiring a lot of critical thinking, investigation, and quick recall. it is emotionally trying, with many children perpetually lingering on the brink of death, and sometimes tipping over the edge.

none of that work is directly for me or my family. i do that when i get home.

so i am tired.

allow me the indulgence of saying so. i know everyone, absolutely everyone else complains of the same thing, and i don't like to hear it.