Not sleeping, dying

Finally some work! Last friday I was called in to do a short shift in the oncology ward of a local private hospital. I've not come across death a lot in my life (haha) but on this ward there were two patients who were in palliative care and obviously very close to the end. In some ways it was quite confronting, but conversely I could also see why some nurses would choose to work in palliative care, helping to make peoples last months and days as tolerable as possible. I was asked to do oral hygiene on one of these patients as apparently one of the consequences of the body starting to fail is a painfully dry mouth. I went into the patient's room and saw that he was asleep. I went back to the RN and said "he's asleep, do you want me to wake him for this?" to which she replied "he's not asleep, he's unconscious." Oh.

Ouch that hurts

Last week I fell off my pushy. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It was dark, it was raining, I had no lights, I was half pissed, it involved a stationary object. I ended up nursing myself for a few days. This involved sleeping, moaning and talking to the dog a lot. It was all very therapeutic.

I couldn't walk for two days but, typically, the morning after the bingle the agency called me up for the first time in 4 weeks to offer me work.

On being a lazy student on holiday

I've been on holidays for 2 months now. In that time I think I've worked 6 shifts. The agency just hasn't been calling me. But then, I haven't been chasing the work either. When I have the opportunity to be lazy, let it come down. Oh yeeaah! The beach when it's hot, the TV when it's not. Of course the downside of this is that I'm a gutter grovelling pauper, sitting by the ATM every fortnight waiting for my austudy to come through so I can pay my rent and have a beer.
Job hunting? How about next week?