Chronic Health Conditions Discussion and Support

1969-1979. There were lots of times I worked lots of overtime. We didn't always know when we'd finally get off work, and more than once we, the afternoon shift, called up morning shift agents at 3 am to ask them if they'd please come in to work as soon as possible so we could finally go home.

But no one's lives depended on us. Yeah, we might screw up writing a ticket or booking a flight or check a bag to the wrong destination, but no one was actually hurt, or worse yet ever died, because of our mistakes.

In hospitals it's vastly different. I know what it's like to be exhausted and worn out and at the point of not giving a fuck. But I'm not a nurse or any other kind of medical professional. I have a cousin who is a nurse on the east coast. She normally works ER, and truly loves working the ER, but recently she's been assigned a Covid unit. We spoke briefly a few weeks ago, and it was clear she is beyond burned out.

I can't begin to imagine.