I want to tell you about the kind of tired that has nothing to do with sleep.
It is not the tired that a good night fixes.
It is not the tired that has vacation addresses.
It is the tired that comes from being wrong about something for a very long time and spending all your energy managing around the wrongness without naming it.
I have been that kind of tired for approximately four years.
Maybe longer.
Maybe from the beginning.
I am still working that out.
My name is Angela Brooks.
I am forty-two years old.
I am a registered nurse.
I have been one for fourteen years, working primarily at St. Luke’s Regional Medical Center, which is the largest hospital in the county and which is where I have spent more of my adult life than in any other single location, including my own home.
I want to tell you about the nursing first because the nursing is the thing that makes the rest of the story possible.
