i was told that i mist be a kind person to be a nurse.... you know, i dont think i am... bloodyminded to the extreme and a sad believer in choice, independance, empathy and the *golden autumn years* they went on for years and years at university.... and yet every day is an eternal never-ending struggle with the stubborn evil narrow-minded wall that is human beings....

nursing for me is standing on edge of the Beachy Head-equivalent on the coast of the endless ocean of tears. tryng to hold against the pure human emotion that wants to pull you down without meaning to, crush you underneath it's weight. When people are miserable they dont like others being happy. Fact. Im surrounded by unhappy people. Fact.

Why am i still trying? bloodymindedness i guess....

come get some