State of the nation

I make it a rule not to blog about my work. It’s not that it’s not interesting, because it is – it’s too bloody interesting at times. I don’t blog about my work because I don’t want the patients I work with to stumble across their life stories, however well disguised by pseudonyms, blazed across the internet as if they were merely entertainment. Also I don’t want to get fired.

But I can say this; it’s been absolutely hectic at work (See how many different ways you can think of to say that without referencing mental illness: It’s been absolutely mad / crazy / manic / bonkers etc etc). I’ve made the decision to admit more people to hospital over the last three days than I have in the last year.

As you might have been able to tell by my most recent entry I’ve found this intense period rather difficult to balance with my new role as father to a newborn. But now my last shift of this run is over, and I have the glorious prospect of three days off to fill my horizon. Not only that, but we have made a last minute booking to go to Spylaw next week. I only have one more shift on Friday separating me from seven days of rural tranquillity.

So I sit here typing this with a can of beer by my side; unwinding from another hard day and counting my blessings. I have a wonderful wife, a wonderful daughter, and a wonderful son. I have a job which although can be distressing, is ultimately rewarding. I couldn’t ask for better friends than I have. The only blot on the landscape is that on my way into the lounge tonight I accidentally set off one of Evans new toys and now I can’t get it to stop shouting out “I love you” and “Give me a cuddle” at a volume that seems incredibly loud for 1am in the morning.

I’ve said it before and I hope I’ll say it again. On balance, things are pretty good in the Hughes household.

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