I'm fried. More stories and pictures to come when I enter the realm of the living again.an addendum: i haven't worked night shift in 3 years. this is what it feels like. a bit psychotic. maybe a little dissociative after those 12 hours. i am inside me and the world is about a foot away. i have to concentrate very hard to interact with it. words don't come out right. it's just plain NOT RIGHT! and needless to say, i hate them.
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Hi Christy... Priscilla here! I was so excited to see that you had made the big move back to London.. well done!! I have been reading your blog and laughing as I went. Reading what you have written about nursing in London has been like my own thoughts when I started back here in Australia! I've wondered where all the strange things they do come from... now I know... they inherited it from the UK.. I guess I shouldn't be surprised!! I just can't believe how similar our experiences sound. I spent the first 6 month back here biting my tongue so hard I thought I would bite it off!! I just couldn't believe some things and thought surely the outcomes are much worse. Then I realised that... they aren't. The outcomes are the same and it costs so much less!!! So I hung in there, biding my time and I got a job within the unit as their first care manager, managing the care of the long term patients. The best thing for me... normal office hours for three days a week and no more night shift!!! Hang in there.. it will get better... or more likely you just get used to it and then you start to see some advantages of how they do things... or at least it doesn't drive you as crazy any more!!;)
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