Third night in a row on the 9pm to 7am shift and my brain is pure soup right now.
Spent most of my 30 minute break doodling instead of eating, which probably isn’t the smartest move, but it’s the only thing that keeps my hands busy instead of picking at my face.
One of the younger guys leaned over and asked what I was drawing, and I just panicked a little and covered the page like a kid in school! Not because the drawing was anything, just didn’t want the conversation drifting toward why my face looks the way it does right now. Tapering off the steroids has been rough on the skin, and I still haven’t figured out how much to say to people I only see for 8 hours a few times a week.
Ended up just saying “nothing, killing time” and he let it go. Felt a little bad about brushing him off, but relieved too.