Then there are those days that are so bad that they should be immortalised in a post like this, like a "I survived (insert-scary-sounding-theme-park-attraction) ride" T-shirt.
So unbelievably angry today. So let down by people and a system I thought I knew well (learn something new every day, huh).
Ah, and yes that guy in Bed 7. Same to you and your face. I'm reserving the biggest needle I can find just for you.
Ironically, yesterday at CF I prayed for love and patience (I knew that was a bad idea). For my colleagues and patients, no less. And today all the CF people bumped into me, one after another, giving me encouragement. And Daryl got me chocolate. And Raji dropped me a msg. And someone said it made her sad to see me sad. aha.
So, maybe, today wasn't such a bad day after all. After all, it could get much worse tomorrow on call.
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