My schedule flipped again this week, three night shifts in a row, and I got home around 7am with absolutely no interest in sleeping right away.
Ended up sitting at the kitchen table doodling for maybe 40 minutes instead, nothing good, just lines going nowhere, but it settled me down more than scrolling my phone ever does.
There’s a coworker who keeps asking how I’m doing with everything, meaning my skin, in front of other people at the nurses’ station, and I never know how much to say back without it turning into a whole conversation I didn’t sign up for.
I think I’m just going to start answering shorter and see if that does the trick on its own, no big announcement about boundaries or anything like that.
Anyway, the sketchbook’s filling up faster than I expected it to.