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Thursday, November 20, 2003
Been a looooong day. Late/early with not enough sleep, I talked to the boss about whether I would need to come in this morning to look after the surgical patients (on a predominantly maternity ward, you get so involved in maternity stuff that you tend to forget how to do general nursing) fortunately I have a fair amount of surgical experience so I get turfed outta the midwifery stuff and into the surgical stuff frequently. In a way it is ok, because I hate doing stuff like NST(newborn screening test) or heel pricks or hep B vaccinations, but I am ok with the breast feeding stuff and general care...*sighs*
Anyways, the boss said, assume you are doing the afternoon shift, I will call you at 7am if you need to, so I figure it is unlike after we have talked for that long about it. I get to bed at around 1:30am....
So I get woken up by the phone at 6:59am, "hi it is blah blah here, we need you for the morning shift", I respond, "Ok I will be in in 20mins".
I look at the phone once more, how the heck did my mobile phone get under my pillow when I left it on the bedside table????
I get up and in the shower, as I am hopping out I think... maybe I dreamt the phone call cause I thought it was sort of likely they may call. I check my phone, and proved to my poor disbelieving mind that I actually did get called and went to work.
I am nuts!

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