Thanks to holidays and one especially bad case of gastroenteritis I am six days and 41.5 hours into a 7 day 49 hour week, because apparently I'm the only idiot on a 20-strong roster who could and/or would cover. My feet hurt way too much for someone below the age 65 and thanks to all the shifts being either 10pm finishers or 6am starts my internal body clock has no idea what timezone it's even supposed to be operating in. One more day and I get WHOLE DAY OFF, which I intend to spend disintegrating into the ethereal ether until not even the memory of my existence remains within the observable universe.