Mouse has re-located his Burrow to sunny(!) south London, and now works for a large teaching outpost of the NHS Federation.
Someone once told me that different does not necessarily mean better, or indeed worse; just different. Well, this place is certainly different...
I'm still trying to understand the differences, and to decide if they are good or bad, but my manager pulled me into the office today to "touch base" about how I'm finding things. She basically wanted to know if things are better or worse - I threw her the line about different meaning just that. Didn't seem to go down too well, so I threw her a line the likes of "well, I'm still settling in, once I'm running my own lists, I'll be able to give a better idea, etc, etc..." I think I've just delayed the inevitable until new year. Ah, well.
Inbetween times, myself and Faith Walker have been trying to out-do each other with illness: you can read her blog for details on her life - for me, I picked up a delightful strain of the Flu, that has been busy working its way around my body. Wednesday last week, I was sent home at about 1200 because I nearly collapsed in holding bay. Finally finished the 20 minute walk home at about 1500, collapsed in the bath, and fell asleep (still in bath). Woke up to find (surprise!) I had a fever of 39 degrees - not good - and could no longer use my nose. On Thursday, the bug went south to my stomach, and I was sick the whole day. Friday, I went back to work, with the little bugger lodged firmly in my throat, so I couldn't talk (no real loss to society there then). Over the weekend, it migrated into my sinus', which was painful and annoying, and coupled with the slowly returning voice, made me sound like a dirty old man. Nice! Today, I felt fine, until I got home and had a small pyrotechnic device let off in my ear. That's what it felt like, anyway - my Eustachian tube (the one that runs from behind your eardrum to your nose) has blocked off: as a result, I can no longer equalise the pressure in my right ear, which is even more painful than the sinus, and is the reason that I have a wad of cotton wool poking out of it.
On the positive side, I did manage to find time to be sympathetic to Faith's medical woes, laugh at her a bit, and still care for a couple of patients.
2 comments:
I had a truck load of typos!
What I was saying was, I so beat you.
I've had two runs of SVT and a puking bug (on christmas day).
And granted- the SVT on Christmas eve WAS quite funny. Particularly when I had to put a hospital gown on. At least, would have been funny if I didn't feel like passing out at the time.
I love you Mouse! xx
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