Nights misery

The fireworks over Canary Wharf were just visible from the 4th floor of the hospital. The nurses were probably watching it on TV on the ward somewhere, but I prefer to see the real thing, even if through a dirty window in a dark room on my own. It's my second new year in a row where I've had to work overnight. It just turns the whole thing into a non-event, making it feel like I'm stuck in the old year and that yet again, life is passing me by. It wasn't even a busy night on call, so I was deprived even of a sense of purpose, of having to be there for a reason. Had been on nights since before Christmas, had the intervening week off (lonely Christmas 'celebration' with siblings, jet-lagged from being on nights, trying in vain to study for my exam) and then on nights again for new year. My entire cristmas/new year ruined yet again by constant sleepiness and having to miss out on all the best bits, yet feeling under pressure to be 'merry'. I would be, if I could just for once spend the turn of the year with people who care about me.