After an exhausting weekend filled with chimes of the call bell and limited washroom breaks, I am wide awake at 3 am on day two of my day off. I woke up in the middle of taking a picture of someone (I don't recall who exactly) and the buzzing of my phone on vibrate. It registered as private. There are only two possibilities, my boyfriend and the hospital. I waited for voicemail to kick-in and listened to the message after. Creepy as it may sound, I only heard a series of beeps. Thanks to my untimely imaginative brain cells, I think of One Missed Call. Sigh.
I lay in bed for almost an hour trying to ease the million possibilities of who/what would call me at an hour like that. The same hour Amytiville Horror turned everything upside down. Sigh. I should stop watching scary movies.
Ironic, but TV is the only consolation. I gulped the last cup of Japanese green tea I'll have this week, until my mom goes back to the Asian market, while flipping chanels. An ad with men of varying age with trophy girlfriend/wife in hand vouching for pills that can enhance their ahem. With a smile on their face, they proudly advertise the fact that it is bigger thanks to these magical pills. Yeah, okay. Fortunately, there's a re-run of Veronica Mars to save me from boredom. After every commercial break I wonder why they would cancel such a show and let umm Joey play for almost a season. Sigh.
Two hours passed and I am stressed and tired but still unable to sleep. Three long days has taken a bite out of my composed nurse-self and I am aching for a break. I don't want to think about OR sheets, pain medication, bed baths and I surely don't want to hear call bells.
If that is too much to ask, all I'm gonna ask for is to be able to sleep soundly and without dreaming of work.