I typically try to stay away from coffee if I can. In any given week, I might have one or two cups - pick-me-ups for a busy or sleepless night. This is fairly consistent.
Today alone I had three cups of coffee.
Conclusion drawn? I need more sleep.
I showed up to the ward, hoping to be productive or at least to lend a helping hand for the day. I managed to round on all of my patients.
But I despite my best efforts, I could not quite hack. Having barely a voice is not conducive to this line of work.
After just two hours of work, I am taking the rest of the day off to sleep and rest. I shall see you guys on the other side.
Tom of the Medical State of Mind
Come on, son. If you are going to be a doctor one day at least try to look the part and shave. And do not try to pull that “I have not slept for forty hours” excuse on me, young fellow. That story is getting old.
Even after having a whole entire day yesterday to adjust myself to the new hour, I still found myself struggling to get out of bed.
I had lost count of how often I had pressed snooze on my alarm. I yearned for another hour of sleep. But duty called. And so the day continued in my half awoken slumber.
I would meet it with an adjusted, stronger coffee regimen.