I’ll intellectually/emotionally/physically hard as answers. For me its either 12 hours straight “punching tubes” on a very large scotch marine firetube boiler at the beginning of my career or Easter around a decade ago when I was working with troubled teens and had to engage in 5 separate protective holds in one 16 hour double shift. The former was all physical and the latter was a combination of emotional and physical.
Worked 33h in a row as a paramedic. Normally not allowed here (24h is a hard limit, 12h standard). Not because I wanted to, not because someone got ill…we simply didn’t make it even close to the depot, for the last 4h simply a major crash happened right in front of us.
We returned to the depot and basically didn’t even have a single wound dressing, no O2, no collars, no blankets,nothing.
And the worst part: The whole time it wasn’t “the usual business” of old folks having a stroke or a fall. We had one mass casualty incident at the beginning of shift, a child in respiratory arrest and similar shit.
I slept for 12h straight after that and still felt like shit.