dancing in the dark...

for some bizzare reason, a week of nights bring out the worst in me academically, but i get ample inspiration for shit stuff like this. anyway since we r here might as well fart a bit.
two more days left..in this sordid week of nights. its better than the awful, gut wrenching, blood curdling nights that were in orthopaedics. the ones in ENT tends not to bother one by their workload but by the sheer untimely nature of the patients that walk in, are told to walk in (by A&E in telford or shrewsbury or out of hours GP- worthless buggers) or are made to walk in (by ambulance staff that bring them in). one way or the other there they are reenacting ur deepest, darkest fears- " will i be able to sleep tonight?"
its always a pattern in each week of nights..however the same pattern does not apply to every week of nights. if its not "busy weekend, easy weekday" , its " easy weekend, busy weekday". every once in a while the residents of the shrewsbury and atcham council region let their hair down and spice up their life by throwing some surprises our way. "early morning-ers" who believe that the later in the night or earlier in the morning they com eto be seen the chaces of their being seen r more..stupid fucks....dont they know its even more difficult to get the doctor out of bed at that time.the there r the "unusual situations-ers", who have some problem at home ready to throw ur way whenevr u suggest any plan of managing their illness. if u say ur gonna admit them its their dog they get worried about and who will take care of it.if u plan to send them home with medications they say they live alone an cant cope on their own. u name a plan and they have an excuse ready.
dont forget the "whiners", usually come with their mothers or girlfriends, and who make the maximum mileage off the sympathy vote they r getting at that time. evrything seems to bother them or makes them come out n a rash. iof its not the venflon u putting in, its the killing of whales in the pacific ocean. and all of this at the exact mooment when u r about to make some definite progress in managing these patients.
then there r those freakish coincidences that make u go "Fascinating, captain!" (read like mr. spock). i had a colleague with me in my previous job with whom i got on pretty well. luckily for me he works in telford A&E and does his week of nights at the same time as mine. rest assured every night after i have gone to sleep i am sure to get a call, in the wee hours of the morning, from this bugger asking about some patient or the other. either way after discussin the patient we end up talking for a bit on the phone. its okay i guess. lifes a bitch anyway.
and those very few times when al the workload gets too much to cope with, and u feel like slitting ur wrist or personally disemboweling urself with a blunt bread knife, along comes a nurse and asks if u want a drink and if u want to oin them at the nurses station. albeit for just the next fifteen minutes , life sems to be shining through this dark lonely night.
life is abitch..dont try to fight it, just join the flow.