If you have ever finished a twelve-hour shift, sat in your car for ten minutes before driving home because you could not face moving yet, and then opened your phone to find another patient question waiting for you — this post is for you.
Four percent. After another year of rotating shifts, missed weekends, and the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t go away with a good night’s sleep. Four percent on a salary that was already stretched thin. I sat with that letter in my hand and did the maths. After tax. After the cost of childcare running over…