I’ve officially completed my third double…
and somehow—

this one was surprisingly calm.

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Everything just… flowed.

Nothing out of the ordinary,
No major chaos
No alarms going off nonstop
No beds or chairs screaming for attention
No running room to room trying to put out fires

It was just… steady.

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The healthcare gods were definitely on my side this weekend—
because let’s be real, it could’ve gone very differently 😅

And I’ll take that kind of break any day.

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Now let’s talk about the part that doesn’t get easier—

Working doubles back-to-back means
you don’t just clock out and go home.

You have to hand off your keys
give report
wait for the next nurse

IYKYK.

The last two nights, I didn’t leave until 11:30 PM
just to turn around and be back at 7 AM

And let me tell you—
getting up that last morning?

Rough doesn’t even cover it.

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Thankfully, my supervisor stepped in one of those nights
and took my keys

(and ended up staying overnight)

He was not a happy camper…
but he knew I had to be back in the morning

And that kind of support?
It makes a difference.

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Overall, though—this stretch?

It was a good one.

Maybe it was that post–full moon energy finally settling down 🌕
or maybe I just got lucky

Either way, I’m grateful.

Now don’t get it twisted—

It wasn’t perfect.

We still had our moments:
restlessness
pacing
a few panic attacks

and yes…
a family member letting out residents 🙃

But nothing I couldn’t handle.

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And honestly?

In this line of work,
that counts as a win.

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Now here I am—

Back again for an 8-hour shift
to close out the week

and the best part?

I’m on the paradise unit.

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Winning.

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Scrubs and Side Eyes ✌🏽