It's 5pm...

I've been up for an hour...

It is, of course, the aftermath of my first nightshift.

Unable to get any sleep beforehand, my night shift was something of a misfire. That's to say I was not my usual, amazing self. Of course, a half-decent OFMN is better than your run-of-the-mill Y1S2 student nurse, I know, but still...

I'd been up for 10 hours before my shift started, which didn't help things, obviously. And I didn't know many of the patients after coming back from a weekend off (Including an excessively hot one who is, alas, only in for one night. We can discuss the ethics of patient-based flirting later). And then, to make matters worse, once my writing was mostly done and I was looking at a compassionate early dart home to get some clearly needed sleep, one of our patients has a 'slight' stroke. Made all the more annoying by the fact that we'd called a medic earlier to check the patient out, and the medic hadn't even went in the room to see.

I left my mentor 15 minutes early, god bless her. She still had the unenviable task of calling the patient's next of kin and informing them of the possibility of a stroke. I'm willing to take on new challenges, but that one is perhaps a bit ahead of me. For now.