I am so thoroughly sick of people that I have to be alone after work.
Last weekend, I had a rough shift and I was really irritated to find out my husband's family had spontaneously descended on us
Crap! I was wanting to just sit and be alone!
Well, I smiled and conversed and I don't know how I survived it!
I had to field their questions, "Say, you're a nurse, Hygiene... what do they call that disease? What should I do about this? Blah blah blah".
Then I had to listen to their drama-filled stories that made me feel like I was at work on my psych unit.
I wanted to run away! I wanted to cry!
My withdrawal from others is kind of a coping mechanism for me. I'm being drained all day with needy, whiny, nasty behaviors... and it takes every ounce of energy and self control to remain calm and professional. I hang up the phone with patient families, and I just put my head in my hands sometimes as I try to pull more from myself to finish out my day.
So, when I get home, I want to be alone. I want something to read, a Pepsi and-- yes-- a smoke.
I am also a homebody because I have become very possessive of my time to be at home away from work.