a few weeks between posts usually means i've been busy living life rather than just thinking about it. this is not the case this time. i have no life outside the hospital. i am a mindless paper-crunching drone, churning through deaths and discharges, charts and referrals.
two of my favourite patients died at gandarra recently. i love losers, eccentrics and grumpy old farts. they make my life more interesting than a beer and smoke after work.
week nine of ten. it's flashed past, hasn't it? just when you're getting settled into that comfortable zone called habit, the fear starts creeping back into your heart. emergency will be a jolt to the system. cool.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment