Sunday is my favorite day to work. Sunday is usually a quiet day with a lighter patient load. I enjoy meeting visiting family members and everyone seems more relaxed. The radio plays hours of Celtic-Blue Grass music as I drive back roads mercifully free of excess traffic. In general, patients scheduled for a Sunday really have a need to be seen and it's always nice to be needed. Today even the weather cooperated to put me in a cheery frame of mind.
Often clients ask me about my weekend work, as if it might be a terrible burden or something. One recent client remarked at length how pleased she was that a nurse had been able to visit on a Sunday. "You don't have to work every Sunday, do you?" she asked. "I work the weekend," I replied, "unless I'm on vacation.". Her eyes flew open and she exclaimed, "Oh my! Why do you do that?" I smiled.
"You remember the old Star Trek movies? The one where Commander Uhura says," (I put on my best no-nonsense Uhura look and continued) 'Peace and quiet appeals to me, Lieutenant.'"