"I was so upset that I cried, all the way to the chip shop"
It's nearly 2am! I'm staying up as late as I can, in a half arsed way of preparing for night shift tonight. For some reason this seems to include sipping on a glass of wine (what? at 2am!).
I could do with a good heart to heart. I'd love someone I could talk to, openly and honestly, but of course I don't have anyone like that, not anymore.
Either I'm being haunted, going mad, very tired, hallucinating , or developing some kind of visual problem. I'm seeing things at the periphery of my vision, which aren't there. I don't believe in any kind of supernatural phenomena, so it's either madness or a brain tumour! what a choice!
I haven't mentioned how much I hate night shift since the last time I did them , so tradition dictates I have to , so I have, there you go!
Yesterday was my last day on my temporary new ward. It wasn't a nightmare, in fact it was rather pleasant. Maybe a change is as good as a rest? In another cliche based revelation, it was a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there!
be seeing you?
“Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.” - C.S. Lewis
2 comments:
It has a long time that I don't come over here, but it
seems that nothing changed. You're still complaining (as always )
for the same old reasons...
Oh! Wait! Where are Shirley Manson's photos?!
I can't tell a lot from your words alone. I hope what you say is said with tongue in cheek.
However it is my blog after all, and complaining, for whatever reason, is my raison d'être (at least it has been for the last year or two). So until I get very bored, or true happiness finds me, I suspect thus will it continue.
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