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Friday, September 17, 2004
So the next day was incredibly stressy, I woke up with a headache, it was day 5, I got to work and nurse B was working again, I had the other nurses that had called the MET arrest and stuff talking things over with me in the treatment room as she was telling the Clinical Nurse Supervisor her side of it and that she was all unsupported. My headache was worse, she was silent and moody whenever around me, I had a good load of patients but was very busy. I headed to meet my lift, the headache still there and spreading to my shoulders. I went through the shops to get some stuff I needed including diet coke and jam. So I finally get nearly to where she was waiting to give me a lift home and what do I do? drop the shopping, so the Jam jar breaks and splinters. So I pretend it didn't happen and get in the car with my lift to go home which was fine. Get home and take some panadol, we take the jam outta the bag and she puts it into a container and says, I don't think there was any glass in it... So I put some on my toast and guess what? There is glass in it, now I have a little cut on the inside of my mouth from the glass.
I decide to do something on the net, make myself a savings account, so I start that all off, get to the end and guess what? I can't get the form to print, my computer doesn't even recognise the printer when its plugged in, when I tried it out on the big computer it would print half or less of the form. At this point, with no one to de stress to, I was nearly screaming, my Aunty came and asked me to dry up from dinner, and I snapped a yes at her and went and did it. Robbie(my bro) popped onto AIM and I was going to talk to him but by the time I had finished with the drying up he was gone. I went to bed but couldn't have a cry about things.
Fortunately yesterday was better cause nurse B wasn't there. I am just really tired, 6 days on, 2 days off, 6 days on is too much without a bigger break, but 5 more days and I get 5 whole days off!
Today was nice, I woke up early but just sorta wandered round and did my own thing, did the washing up and played around on the puter. Watched a few DVD's, talked to my mom and J, and then my uncle came home and I went out and had coffee with him, which was very nice.
Gonna go now, relax and watch some TV.
Laters

3:27 AM

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