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Anyone who has had the unique pleasure of working shift work for a sustained period of time, knows the value of a changeover day. Typically, this day counts as an actual 24 hour day, full of random sleep-filled intervals, semi-coherent thoughts or conversations with loved ones, and an unhealthy dose of grazing for food in the kitchen.
However, when your schedule involves getting off of work at 7am and starting the next shift at 8am the very next morning, all of those aforementioned terrible habits are taken to a whole new level.
Today, after getting home from work around 9am, I attempted to stay awake and fill my schedule with plenty of time-consuming activities: pet photos with Santa Claus downtown, catching up on some Netflix shows, going out on the town with my equally shift-work-laden husband, et cetera, et cetera. It was as ambitious as it sounds; only one of those things happened (spoiler alert: it was Netflix.) By noon, my mood had soured beyond redemption and my bed was the only cure.
As I lay here now, recently awoken by the sound of my sweet-but-protective hound dog, baying away at the sound of a passing motorcycle, I am readying myself to again tackle a short list of barely exhaustive activities. Hopefully folding a mountain of laundry, meal prepping for the week, filing the unruly stack of papers and miscellaneous items littered across my desk, studying a bit and hitting the gym tonight will all take up enough of my energy to ready me for bed again by midnight…
You can learn more about shift-work sleep disorder and the many horrors that accompany it by following these links:
Enjoy your evening, folks!