I have my timetable for my next rotation and I swear they're trying to kill me. It is seriously that bad. It's like a trial of spirit. How much do you really want to be a doctor? Are you sure? Are you really sure? It's bordering on ridiculous. And when you combine it with the fact that payroll has not paid me correctly in 3 months, and has not been paying overtime correctly to most junior doctors in Qld (don't hear THAT on the news) and it sounds like a lot of heartburn.
Add to the fact that the Possum's birthday is when I'm doing nightshift and my anniversary is in the middle of TWELVE shifts in a row, without a break or weekend, and arghhhh.
Think I might write something to distract me.
btw do you like the random forays into fiction? Tell me if you do or not. I'm always open to suggestion!