I was at work yesterday and each day the mood worsens.
Sickness is always higher when stress is up , so we must have a lot of stressed staff. It's like a scene from Beau Geste, with me propping up the bodies of fallen comrades, to give our enemies (Bed Managers, Matrons, A/E, and GP's) the impression of strength. I even had the Matrons bleep for three bloomin' days in a row! Me! the man who can barely organize his way out of bed in morning, never mind have the fate of a whole surgical department in his hands!
I'm tired - I wonder who will triumph tonight, my illness, my insomnia, or my dark mood, Lordy! I could do with some sleep.
I leave you with a mighty fine quote:
“There are only two people who can tell you the truth about yourself - an enemy who has lost his temper and a friend who loves you dearly.” Antisthenes
(and btw the title is another Mark Twain quote)
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