|Home Sweet Ambulance|
For perspective, so readers might know where I'm coming from, here’s an overview of my schedule for the next little while:
Between now and Tuesday the 31st (that’s three weeks from today), I am working two eight-hour night shifts at hospice, three eight hour day shifts at the hospital, five 12-hour day shifts at the hospital, six 12-hour night shifts on the ambulance (I can sleep if there aren’t any calls, but I stay in-station), and two 12-hour day shifts on the ambulance. If I did my math right, that averages 65 hours per week of service work in health care, some of which I am paid for (hospice and the hospital) and some of which I am not (the ambulance). I didn’t factor in any of my Quaker commitments, but there are a few committee meetings and gatherings thrown into that lot.
It never, ever, feels like enough. All of this time I have given, and it does not feel as if it is an acceptable sacrifice to God.
What is going on here?