Jan 21, 2007 01:45
sitting here running a ward by myself,i wonder if they realise i feel like an 11year old with no clue? i fucking hate night shifts.busy until 1am, then nothing to do for 7 hours. i try to read but my eyes close too easily...and i get far too cold. also, some idiot keeps pressing the emergency call bell, causing me to sprint (or attempt to at least) down the corridor with my heart in my mouth, and there she sits 'can i have two portions of veg with my meal tomorrow?' christ woman, its 2am!,why are you even thinking of veg?
babble babble
january has been good to me so far, i have been to the beach, a tapas bar, a jazz night at the rhubar, slept quite alot, and sorted my 'bits and bobs draw' out. that is my favourite thing to do cleaning-wise as you always find a good piece of treasure. this weekend is shit though as my girl is in luton, and im stuck here. i find it so hard being alone, i get too restless. tv is boring, music cant be played loud enough, and in order to begin my reading list i must work at a sensible hour so the library is open. im stuck on practising one of my magic tricks and have turned into an impatient child, packed it all back in its box along with the frustration. wednesday should be nice, going to brighton to stay over at harriets hot friends house after dancing alot and going on the waltzers. i do love those waltzers. if anybody would like to join us for the day let us know x
only 20minutes have passed. dear god.