I finished my first rotation this week and it was with a degree of sadness and trepidation that I left the hospital and job I was only vaguely starting to feel on top of, in exchange for a new job in a much bigger hospital.
I now work in surgery, and my hours are, as one might say, 'plus plus antisocial'. There is literally no regular evening hobby I can do any day of the week, because all my shifts either start, finish or occupy the evening time.
Means of coping with this?
Go home and find your mama and give her a big hug. Go for a stroll and contemplate life. Generally escape the bubble that is 'work'.
Buy yourself a truly excellent Christmas jumper. And stop getting too bah humbug everytime they play 'Driving Home for Christmas' on the radio. Because I will not be driving home for Christmas. Even if I did, only the cat will be there because my family are (rightly) taking the opportunity to visit our extended family.
Go to the pub and have a snuggly mulled wine with good friends.
I am determined not to be a whiner! It's been quite an intense time, but my new musical and literary flavours of the month are helping plenty - I've just bought Lucy Rose (old favourite for complex reasons) and Alex Clare (@alexanderclare for all you twitter fans)'s albums, and can highly recommend both. Book wise, a charity shop trawl proved fruitful.... 10pm finishes for me for the next 7 days, so I'm spending my early mornings with my nose in a (non-medical) book to keep my sanity and a smile on my face.