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Oct. 2nd, 2005 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mad_andyI'll finish the Man Raze writeup, I promise.
However, I've just completed one of a set of four nightshifts, and I'm knackered. Fried. You see, we now (we being the nurses, not the vets) take the emergency phone calls. So, somebody's dog gets a hangnail at three in the morning, they ring the vet in a panic they get - me.
I tell them to go to the out of hours service, which is in Oxford, or to make an appointment for the morning. But it's up to me to decide which needs seeing and which can wait - albeit with the advice of the vet on the end of a phone, once you've woken him up. It's a bit nerve-wracking, that. Never mind that we do it every day; that's during the day when all you have to do is holler loud enough and a vet will answer you, if only to shut you up.
This is... I dunno, proper triage? Feels like it.
So as I'm too paranoid that I'll miss the phone ringing I didn't sleep.
I hope that isn't a repeating pattern, or I'll be dead come Tuesday. Wednesday morning, whatever...
And they want me to do another seven night stint later this month. I said I'd see how this lot went first...
I think sleep would be a good idea, don't you?
(And no,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kraftpistole and xeviscerax, I have not forgotten your fics that I'm supposed to be doing a beta on. I'm trying to do that too, OK? But I haven't forgotten. Promise.)
However, I've just completed one of a set of four nightshifts, and I'm knackered. Fried. You see, we now (we being the nurses, not the vets) take the emergency phone calls. So, somebody's dog gets a hangnail at three in the morning, they ring the vet in a panic they get - me.
I tell them to go to the out of hours service, which is in Oxford, or to make an appointment for the morning. But it's up to me to decide which needs seeing and which can wait - albeit with the advice of the vet on the end of a phone, once you've woken him up. It's a bit nerve-wracking, that. Never mind that we do it every day; that's during the day when all you have to do is holler loud enough and a vet will answer you, if only to shut you up.
This is... I dunno, proper triage? Feels like it.
So as I'm too paranoid that I'll miss the phone ringing I didn't sleep.
I hope that isn't a repeating pattern, or I'll be dead come Tuesday. Wednesday morning, whatever...
And they want me to do another seven night stint later this month. I said I'd see how this lot went first...
I think sleep would be a good idea, don't you?
(And no,
kraftpistole and xeviscerax, I have not forgotten your fics that I'm supposed to be doing a beta on. I'm trying to do that too, OK? But I haven't forgotten. Promise.)