Vague

I have a theory. To be a senior doctor/registrar/consultant, you sacrifice all awareness of the emotional needs of others. That must explain why, even when they know I am desperate to go home, they mumble foggy seas of ambiguity. I’m chewing the bed post. Best wishes.

Oh Steve. I’m sure they have your best interests at heart really. You have my full sympathy. I was feeling almost homicidal after a week in there! It’s your body that’s unwell, not your head. Wishing you the very best and a speedy escape! Xx

It’s becoming more apparent that if you have too much working grey matter (albeit with scars), the frustrations just grow!

I was talking to an old work colleague the other day and she told me about a council she worked for, we both laughed as someone close to me also works for a council, the frustration is huge as so many staff are just not motivated and don’t actually take any pride in their work… we pretty much agreed that virtually all councils, could be overhauled and effectiveness improved if they could second ex-corporate staff. However, the wages don’t attract or motivate.

Hope you’re out as soon as possible

Sonia x

It’s a bit like unfair imprisonment, being a hospital inmate. You’re almost desperate enough to try digging through the walls with your NHS issued jelly spoon. It’s horrible being subject to the will and often ineptitude of others (despite the nurses best efforts, they have to work with doctors). It’s boring and any attempts to encourage your ward mates to rebellion are difficult (possible though - I have managed it on occasion!) And the food is execrable. You really get fed up with plates of sloppy food that never change, (it’s Tuesday so it must be cottage pie and rock hard carrots, Friday equals horrible fish and anaemic cold chips and green bullets described as peas!)

Eventually they will let you go. Good behaviour doesn’t pay off btw, bad behaviour is more likely to result in early release.

Get better soon Steve.

Sue x