Monday, January 11, 2010
The Night Shift
It was good to see her, and some of the old gang from the night shift. It brought back memories of incredible camaraderie. The night shift, unlike their day and evening counterparts, is a different animal entirely. When the managers, directors, movers and shakers are all snug in their beds with visions of meeting minutes dancing in their heads the night crew carries on with the business of healing, relying not on decision-makers paid to interpret spread sheets and budgets but on one another, becoming a cohesive team that rarely gets the credit it deserves. For many years I enjoyed the company of wonderful nurses, nursing assistants, physicians, and rad techs. Each one of us had our idiosyncrasies, but we overcame any impatience and grew into friends. That was a gift, and one I miss dearly.
The world bathed in sunlight can be a frightening place for a boy raised in the dark hours of the night. There are protocols and proper channels to follow. Decisions are made by those paid to do so. Innovation can be viewed as overstepping bounds. The critical thinking one became accustomed to may be reserved for someone with more experience, more education. There are adjustments that must be made...but, oh, to sleep at night, to wake up with the world and drink coffee when it was meant to be enjoyed...these things are so wonderful that the race becomes tolerable, and one can convince himself that the challenges are offset by the increase of vitamin D coursing through his veins...but there are difficulties, to be sure.
Of course, the grass is always greener...
So to all those who toil when the rest of us slumber, I honor your work, and offer my thanks. To the nurse who tends to the sick and the broken, the policeman who patrols the streets, the soldier standing watch, and the baker making them sweet tastin' Krispy Kremes, I salute you. I know most folks think you're a bit odd and a little pasty looking, but I know the truth - you are innovative and independent, creative and confident. You deserve a lot more recognition than you get.
Besides, who else is going to know what pizzeria delivers at 3AM? I mean, c'mon, that's gotta come in handy.
Posted by David Marciniak at 10:49 PM