While The Boyf is in India, I decided that I would work as much as I could to earn a few pounds to take back home (as I have saved
Today is Day 9 and whilst I should be rejoicing in being almost halfway, I want to slit my wrists and paint my suicide note on the wall with my own blood. Yes, it's that bad! I hate every patient I see. I loathe their minor complaints and I don't fucking give a shit. Not today. Not tomorrow. And not for the next 9 days.
slightly grumpy LMM