I’m oncall tomorrow! *sob*

This is the first time that I won’t be going back to Galway… *sob sob* And you know what.. I only just knew about this today as they did the new rota this morning.

OK, will make full use of this. I will finally be able to clean my room and sortout the stuff I don’t need. And then, maybe see what OopsyDaisy Town has to offer. I wonder if Annie will be here. I’ve been alone in the house for the past few days because she’s shopping around Ireland.

Not done with rambling.

Horibble, mind numbing, stomach growling, pain in the backside day. Loooong clinic and I was left all alone, dictating the letters while the SHO ran off somewhere and the Boss probably cruised of in his jaguar or whatever. Oh, we have a new Boss since DrMcH is on holidays. He’s nice so far.

Anyway, back to the left-alone-in-the-attic -clinic story. I was just glad that I wasn’t locked inside the clinic because the nurse went around to see if anyone else was left (and to check my stack of files). It was a dark and scary day and if I was locked, I’d probably cry from the sheer tiredness and blehness of the day, before calling someone and emerging from the darkness with red eyes and a snotty nose when someone finally comes.

Not only that, some patient called me from home and asked about her lab results when I was busy with another patient and demanded that I faxed her result to the GP (but I didn’t get the chance to do so because my hands were full).

Kept getting bleeps from the wards.

By the end of the clinic, I wasn’t thinking properly and my handwriting became a doctor’s handwriting, all squiggly and my tummy was growling and still, I had to go to the wards to sort out the patients there.

Turned out that the phlebotomist didn’t take blood from this very sick lady (who needs daily bloods) and I had to get that done (not so bad). Check bloods for all the wards. Chart warfarin. Small things, but they’re really tiring and before I knew it, the day’s dark and I still haven’t eaten. OK, OK, it was dark because the sky was about to weep for me. But still, it’s late enough for me.

I really am grouchy when I have no food and when other people just run off and leave all the work to me. Am also mad at the reg who is not as cool as I thought he was. “faster! blah blah blah.. why are you taking that one?! blah blah” AAaaaaaaargh!

Even the nurse said he’s a bossy thing. He reminds me of an old nagging granny. huh.

I’m probably going through PMS. Permanent monster syndrome.

At least I can still smile to people I meet along the way.

And one of the patients prefer me over Keith because he’s too rough (even though I poked her veins a gazillion times). hah! OK, it’s not nice to compare. But it does feel nice. mwahaha (at least I am appreciated)

And it’s also PAYDAY :D

I still feel like cryin though. It’s a strange thing, that when you feel lousy and people are doing crappy things to you, you will never cry (well, that’s me). But during that particularly bad day, someone suddenly says a nice word or hug you or just ask what’s wrong and then, the dam breaks and you suddenly sob uncontrollably.

Deep breath in. fooooooh

Hmmm… even what I write seems a jumble. Ah well. Praying that I can get through all this. Yattaaaa!!!

(I might just look back on this and laugh uncontrollably then)

Happy pictures makes a happy me

grin