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Tuesday, May 18, 2004
My head feels like it is about to explode.
I am the stressiest person I know.

I got my license, booked lessons, got my passport stuff together, lodged the passport stuff, booked my flights to NZ, need to book my flight to NSW, booked in to go to the doctor for the blood tests I apparently need. Opened my bro's mail (as is normal cause he isn't here most of the semester) found a letter I had forgotten to open, opened it at 1am this morning, thought 'shit', cause it was a letter from the library at his Uni, final notice before legal action was taken, if he didn't pay for the books he hadn't returned. He had got them out and a member of his group from first year had forgotten to take em back... I thought... shit... I can't ca Called him this morning and he had sorted it out ages ago "phew".

I wake up this morning tired. Friends asked me to sit for their kids in June and now I realise I can't do it, and I don't want to say i can't now that I have said I could. Mind you I said I could a month ago or more, and I didn't know how things would pan out then.

So I go to work this afternoon, my taxi driver tells me about his 15 year old daughter who has run away to meet up with a guy she met over the internet! Scary! Then I get on to the ward and it is a mess, we have had three women with post partum haemorrhage (PPH) and a woman who has just came back from having a caesarian section for twins. Half of the rest of the women had issues with breastfeeding or some other thing. Run, run , run, run, pant, pant, pant, pant. One more women ends up with a PPH, my diabetic woman gives herself 8 units of fast acting insulin when she should have had no insulin at all because her blood sugar level was already low, and there are multiple feeding problems. BAH!!! I hate work!

anyways, I am going to bed cause I have to get up fairly early and see if I can book my parents in to the Dentists in June (ha like that is gonna happen) and go to the doctors.


I hate life.
hope yours is fun
Laters

10:04 AM

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