Today was a day in which all the hard work, all the extra effort and all the emotion and stress of the past few weeks finally caught up with me. I crashed.
I went to work at the normal time and did the normal work but before it was one o’clock, I could barely keep my eyes open. I drank extra water. I stretched my legs. I spoke with colleagues. Nothing helped. Before I fell asleep at my desk, I decided to pack my things and head for the door.
Once home, I helped my daughter change the dead battery in her car and went to my neighbor’s home to check on things while they are away on vacation. I sat on their back porch…and fell asleep. My wife’s phone call an hour later is what woke me from my slumber.
It was then that I realized that I need a day, a week, a month. I need a break.
When the patient called me at 10:00 pm last night to ask about their CPAP machine and how they need to change the settings, I determined that tomorrow would be my day to catch up. Tomorrow would be my day to take some time and relax. But then I remembered that I have a sleep study tomorrow night and I won’t get home again until 9:30 or 10:00 pm.
I guess my day will have to wait.