A long, long day

My sorta-mentor asked me to work a full day instead of an early, and I was glad to oblige. Today was full of stuff. I mean, y'know, crammed. And I'm a bit dead-ed. So I'll keep this late night session brief.

I looked after a teary woman full of odema, a man who has but a few days to live, my favourite ever patient and my personal bay which has turned from a lovely exercise into Saved By The Bell: The New Class. Hard work, and without that classic comedy atmosphere.

I worked hard, sweated hard and am exhausted. But god-damn I love the 'core.