ward service

i love and hate being back on the wards again. i dig the sense of belonging and comraderie, continuity of care, responsibility and satisfaction; but loath the hours, frustration, emotions and most of all the dickheads that let the side down.

there is something wrong with me when it comes to authority. i dont think its about whos the top dog. rather, its about being able to trust my colleagues and for them to have faith in me. but getting in the way of this is my inability to share responsibilities and blame. and i need to figure it out or i will continue to be a difficult person to work with, either as a leader or follower.

last weekend was fantastic. caught a tram north to melbourne's fringe (it took bloody ages) to visit thommo and taisia. had a wonderful indian dinner. played a game of scrabble. the next morning allowed thommo to convince me to help him build a set of steps for their new foster dog. who knew those woodwork lessons in grade 8 would come in handy one day?


skooshie tries out the new steps