A New Baseline

I stopped, took a deep breath, and thought to myself You’re being ridiculous. You can do this. It will all get done. I felt overwhelmed and quite honestly just wanted to sit down and cry, yet at the same time realized this was irrational and I was overreacting. Conversing in my head I realized I was flat out exhausted. I called for help and was granted extra hands, yet I still just wanted to throw in the towel and cry.

Yes, I work 12 hours shifts and run around on my feet all day, but usually the exhaustion hits at the end of day 3. When fatigue takes hold before day 1/3 even begins it can be a rough day. The last three months have been rough and recently took a turn for the better (thus my lack of posting). It is hard to find a positive spin to life when it takes every aspect of your being just to get out of bed in the morning. This is not me, this is not who I am. What is worse is when your coworkers notice. I looked tired, my energy was low, and faking it days on in addition to days off was flat out exhausting! Turns out I am pregnant, which explained the utter exhaustion, constant nausea, and irrational mood swings. A beautiful thing, yet really hard if you’re keeping it a secret through the first trimester and visibly not yourself. It’s hard to just “be sick” for 2 months.

In this time, I reflected a lot about what it meant to be out of my element. No, I wasn’t myself and no, I couldn’t run around the ER with my same gusto. What is more, my patients often annoyed me and I found myself thinking What happened to my compassion? Why is it so hard to fake it and not get annoyed?

Trying to come to work and fake my normal level 10 energy needed to end. It was too much. The first step was accepting this. I acknowledged that I had a new baseline. I didn’t need to skip everywhere, I could slow down my pace and still get everything done well. I hoped it would end soon, but in the meantime, took lots of deep breaths, and gave whatever my best was for that day.

Life throws us waves and we must learn to roll with the tide. As nurses we’re good at that. Flexibility is key. But we’re the ones caring and don’t do well being cared for. This was humbling as I was forced to slow down and let my coworkers help me and my husband care for me and take stress away at home. It reminded me what it is like to be the patient…So the patients who were annoying were simply annoyed because they had to be in the care of others, not because they wanted to be rude. I could at least relate to this.

It’s critical to leave personal problems at the door. My physical symptoms were still present, but my mental strength could acknowledge I was not doing well, leave “me” at the door, and move through my day one step at a time.