So I was catheterising someone this evening (at work, not just for fun) and as I was preparing all the stuff he said to me, ‘Do you have any scissors there doctor?’. Er, yes. Why? ‘Oh, I was wondering if you could trim my pubes for me…’. Ermmmmm…I’ll ask the nurses after. All that from a very sick guy in his 70s. He was being serious. Ha ha ha. Pretty fucked up.

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And then tapas with friends. And tomorrow all alone on the ward which means it’s going to be a stressful and long day and also means I can’t bitch slap my SHO for giving me his chest infection. I’ve got that wheeze and heaviness coming on and a catch in the throat. Bastard. Don’t want to be ill.

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