bitch and moan

when im with others i feel irritated. yet when im finally alone im bored. listless, i turn to comfort food. then i feel bad for eating junk. it never ends. o my empty, meaningless existence.

there is only work. how sad.

bethlehem

its more aged care than palliative care, and its not ballarat. the cafeteria is horrible and the ward smells. but hey what does it matter - im back doing what i love.

cute frail oldies with their squeaky voices and grumpy ways. fixated family members and div two nursing staff (soooo different from icu). trying to cut through the crap and find practical solutions, always frustrating yet somehow so satisfying when it works (like nothing else ive done). continuity of care! working in a multi-disciplinary team! reasonable working hours! what a blast!

and it's a lot easier now - i have an intern! other doctors don't try to bullshit me because im a "registrar"! what a laugh. im still the same. yet everything is different somehow.

at least my coffee consumption has decreased. thats got to be a good thing.