what are the chances of that happening

today i have mostly been wiping my fucking nose and tolerating that boring into your eyes feeling when you get the 'flu. i also got the short straw again by having to do all the frigging central lines too (big drip lines that go into big veins either deep in your neck or charming groin) and then two people decided to have cardiac arrests simultaneously (they are both ok by the way) so lots of running around. so once more i left late (not that i have a problem staying late for sick people) and what's that? oh hello there hospital management. oh really? you've done the audit and i'm working less hours than ever before? well i guess i can't disagree with your study. of course it's fine to cut my take home pay by £500 a month. no, thank you.

i was gagging for a pint but cannot do anything without having to wipe my nose every two seconds and so all hopes of beer have disappeared out the window.

i really cannot wait for christmas when incidentally i am on nights (23rd Dec to 29th Dec.)

"what did you get for christmas?"

"four new admissions."

"what did santa bring you this year?"

"nothing. santa does not bring anything for naughty boys who stay up all night."

you could not fucking make this up. you really could not.

ps. absolutely categorically NO photos. the whole point of this blog is that i remain arrogant behind a shallow veneer of anonymity (despite now having 3 mates on here)

[i am listening to ben folds, songs for silverman]