This weekend in Kentucky, I learned that it takes two days to completely shift my sleep schedule and become a vampire. One day for continual napping, and then one day to sleep off the 13 hours of darkness you've just experienced consciously. As I finish with my last (hopefully) night shift at work and begin a day of many naps to go back to normal, I can say that it has been a mixed bag of pros and cons. For example:
- Pro: you become very acquainted with what time coffee shops open and close.
- Pro: if you like eggs for dinner, there's a plethora of dining options after work.
- Con: it's 4:15 a.m. and I've only seen 8 hours of sunlight over the last 72 hours.
The local coffee and tea purveyors of Louisville are now very much familiar with my traipsing in and out: at 3 PM for breakfast at Hillbilly Tea, 6 PM for a caffeine ration to last me through the night at Please & Thank You, and a 7 AM stop at 6th and Main before hitting the morning traffic. The last few days have been a continual (but delicious) supply of caffeine.
Surprisingly enough, Louisville and Shelbyville have very solid coffeehouse scenes, which is further flanked by a truly hip local business alliance. Google LIBA and the Keep Louisville Weird movement if you're curious... because I was curious... at 4 AM... Alright, seriously, night shift is the worst. To take a more pleasant tone, the night shift has led me to appreciate more little things.
The calm of the hospital floors at 3 AM as you make rounds.
The sun as it rises against the cooling autumn air.
A sip of pumpkin pie latte as your car shoots down the country highway at 80+ MPH.
However, I'm not going to lie... with the 13 hour work day, the 2 hour commute back and forth, the only thing I'm feeling is a party in my head. Good riddance to you, night shift. I hope I don't have to deal with you again for a very long time.