Ghastly day. Ward understaffed, no vacant beds, zombified junior doctors wafting past prescribing ever more drugs for patients they barely speak to, nurses getting blamed for everything that goes wrong – all par for the course. But spending an hour with a patient trying to explain to him that it wasn’t the NHS’s job to patch up his relationship with his ex-girlfriend? That was a new one.
Feeling sleepy now. Think I'll just have a little lie down on the sofa...
“Do you want to get run over by my truck, mummy?'
Not really, Alex darling. But thanks for the thought.