Nobody Drinks Alone
(Posted on return)
I. Am. So. Bored. And have a strange sense of deja vu...
Today was very uneventful. In fact so much so that the house officers told us to take the afternoon off. This was a BAD move for my bank balance as I went into the centre of town and discovered that the shopping was better than I expected and that there were lots of sales on. This combination resulted in my spending a small fortune but I found the linen trousers in the Gap that I've been coveting for months not only in my size but half price. It would have been rude not to. And it's not my fault that both Debenhams and La Senza had excellent sales on too.
And then I went back to the ward at 6.20 to clerk in a guy for surgery tomorrow. He turned out to be one of those people who likes to tell you their life history. An hour and forty minutes later I finished... I really have to learn how to cut people off when they start telling me irrelevant detail. I'm just too meek.
And when I left I was so depressed, demotivated and demoralized (and probably many other things that begin with d) that I walked to Sainsbury's and bought a beer which I am now drinking by myself in my little room disproving Keith Urban's theory that "nobody drinks alone".
And in the process of typing the above I just spilt it all over my nightstand and very nearly my beloved laptop.
And I was thinking earlier as I walked home in the rain. Why the hell do they always build hospitals at the top of bloody big hills? Is it meant as a defensive strategy lest some unemployed junior doctors decide to lead a siege and vent their anger at the MTAS system?
I. Am. So. Bored. And have a strange sense of deja vu...
Today was very uneventful. In fact so much so that the house officers told us to take the afternoon off. This was a BAD move for my bank balance as I went into the centre of town and discovered that the shopping was better than I expected and that there were lots of sales on. This combination resulted in my spending a small fortune but I found the linen trousers in the Gap that I've been coveting for months not only in my size but half price. It would have been rude not to. And it's not my fault that both Debenhams and La Senza had excellent sales on too.
And then I went back to the ward at 6.20 to clerk in a guy for surgery tomorrow. He turned out to be one of those people who likes to tell you their life history. An hour and forty minutes later I finished... I really have to learn how to cut people off when they start telling me irrelevant detail. I'm just too meek.
And when I left I was so depressed, demotivated and demoralized (and probably many other things that begin with d) that I walked to Sainsbury's and bought a beer which I am now drinking by myself in my little room disproving Keith Urban's theory that "nobody drinks alone".
And in the process of typing the above I just spilt it all over my nightstand and very nearly my beloved laptop.
And I was thinking earlier as I walked home in the rain. Why the hell do they always build hospitals at the top of bloody big hills? Is it meant as a defensive strategy lest some unemployed junior doctors decide to lead a siege and vent their anger at the MTAS system?