Today a patient asked me if I was gay and I said yes, and she said she was too, and launched into a long story about her first partner dying in a car crash with their 10-year-old son, and having to come out to her parents that same day. And then she told me just to be happy, to never care about what others think about me because it's irrelevant. I nearly cried.
I like evening shifts SO much more than morning shifts. Seriously, I'm a much happier person later in the day. And it's not as crazy hectic in the evening, I even had time to check email and study for a minute.