Under investigation

No, not me. Not yet, anyway. But I was talking to a nurse the other day who has been giving a statement to a committee investigating a patient he nursed twelve years ago. Seriously, twelve years. The patient went on to kill someone, and clearly they are very keen to find out what happened. He said the majority of his answers were I don't know, I don't remember. I can't always remember patients I've worked with 12 weeks ago, let alone anything I was doing when I was 15.

I'm still recovering from the night shift/wedding fair. My body clock is completely confused and I'm getting the urge to sleep at odd times whilst lying awake all night. On the plus side, we have hot water and heating - however long it may last. I may have a read in the bath tonight. I'm reading Iain Banks' new book, Transition, and will have to re-read most of what I got through on the night shift because it turns out it's not the kind of plot you can follow at 4am.

In even more good news, I've finished my last essay of my second year. I'm not convinced it's any good, but I'll settle for finished. And, except for one sneaky class, we have an extra week off whilst the freshers get settled. Of course, one of the reasons I was so keen to get back to uni was that we only have classes 3 days a week anyway :o) Yay! More time to...erm...do shifts at work....crap.


ps - Sara, if you're reading this, check your email!