I had a months holiday which went very fast through we didn't go away, just short visits to and from people. I felt really bad about going back but it wasn't so bad. Of course they had changed a bunch of things, changed may not be the right word recycled stuff again. We are supposed to give reports at the bedside. A misread recommendation of the last inquiry into hospitals. It actually had it as an option but the nursing unit manager of our ward thinks any edicts from on high come down on tablets from the mountain. Most people ignore it but I had to get report from my nemesis, well shes not really. Just a non thinking for herself person. She drags me round the patients and then does a whisper in the corridor of all the bad news depression, DV (domestic violence), drug taking. I find that really offensive. Also most of our rooms are shared so telling the history of either of them in the hearing of the other lady has privacy problems. Funny how curtains are treated as soundproof. In this town too everyone knows a lot of people. The next day the bedside report went west again.
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