Today is Monday, and I am going to work. Of course, to me it feels like some kind of half-saturday – my sixth day at work since last Wednesday. I was working ten-hour day shifts for the last 5 days, and today I’m starting ten-hour mid-shifts finishing at 10pm: I’ll be doing those ’til next Friday. In a way today’s Monday morning is like a weekend morning off, or maybe a Sunday evening before work. Next Monday I’ll be on twilight shifts, working late afternoon through to 3am. I’ll need to sleep until midday, and my literal afternoons become my figurative mornings/evenings, depending on your point of view. It’s no surprise that when a patient asked me what day it was today, I didn’t know.
Embarrassing, but not surprising.