The double has officially started.

And surprisingly… this morning has been calm.

Too calm.

And if you work in healthcare, you already know — we don’t say the Q word. I’m not about to jinx the rest of this shift by getting too comfortable.

So for now, I’m just going to take it for what it is: a slow start, a deep breath, and a moment to mentally prepare for whatever this day decides to throw my way.

Because if this weekend has taught me anything, it’s that things can flip real quick.

But even in the calm, there are those moments that hit a little different.

I’ve already had two residents ask me if I knew their family’s schedule — when they were coming to visit, or when they were getting picked up.

And it’s one of those situations where… they don’t fully realize that this is home now.

That part never gets easier.

Fast forward to the end of the shift…

What I thought was a pretty good day suddenly turned into documentation galore.

And honestly, who knew there would be this much documentation?

…oh wait. I did. They drill it into us from day one: “If you didn’t document it, it didn’t happen.”

And as annoying as that saying is? It’s not wrong.

So here I am, last hour of the shift, second guessing everything.

Did I document enough?
Did I give enough?
Did I take care of everything? and everyone?
Did I give enough during report?

It wasn’t a bad day… but it also wasn’t a good day either. It was just one of those in-between shifts that leaves you thinking a little too much on your drive home.

And I’m noticing it more now — the exhaustion. The kind that’s not just physical, but mental too.

Who knew this would be this draining.

But even in that, I showed up and did the best that I could.

And sometimes, that has to be enough.