If you’ve done night shifts before, you’ll know the woozy exhausted feeling as morning breaks on your last shift. How much you want to get into bed, close your eyes and try to forget the sound of a bleep. I found last week’s nights particularly tiring and I ended up sleeping on/off 20 hours from the time I came home until the next morning when I woke up at 11am.
So needless to say, this weekend was never going to be a particularly productive weekend for me. As much as I needed to revise for exams (always doing exams, I’m boring myself with it), I just couldn’t face it; all work and no play makes Saskia question her career choices.
Instead, Harpall and I went to Broadway market on Saturday afternoon. We hunted down Dumpling Shack, but unfortunately they only had pork dumplings, so instead I found solace in some enriched beef brisket phô. We discovered the most authentic beef rendang in the corner of a courtyard at Makatcha and snuck away caramel filled brownies and fresh cannolis for home.
And when we spent the rest of the weekend with friends and family, eating dim sum, playing board games in a pub and wandering around museums, I felt I finally had a full recovery.
Then it’s Monday morning again and the cycle begins again.