I want to find the time to rant, or to entertain you; but I can't.
The first thing I did on my shift today was to hold the hand of a dying man, so he wasn't alone when he breathed his last.
The last was to consign a two year old child to the ITU with meningococcal sepsis.
So I'm too tired. I'm going for a beer. I suggest you do the same.
Slainte.
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