I do not remember ever being so glad for Friday.
In the last “week”, I have:
- worked twelve days…
- … and a hundred and thirteen hours (and immediately regretted counting)
- sneezed, coughed, and generally mucoused my way through it all while FY1s backed slowly away from my germs
- (re)applied for Core Medical Training
- done my first LP since the summer
- led an arrest team
- fumbled and stuttered my way through acting up as the med reg
- reached momentous career decisions (fuelled largely by sleep deprivation and caffeine)
- been made hurt and furious by the nastiness of the bishops of the Scottish Episcopal Church
- flirted badly with a police officer as my cat took up residence in her hat…
- … after I had my flat broken into and my stuff taken by someone who is clearly woefully lacking in Christmas spirit
The Road Less Travelled 
Oh, BETH. I am so sorry.
I mean, flirting is always nice, every opportunity must be taken, and who doesn’t love a lass or lad in uniform? – but UGH to the rest. And the mucous, which only makes all annoyances MUCH WORSE. I’m sending long-distance hugs and hot chocolate.
That’s not a week’s worth of activity, it’s a month! I do hope the coming week is better in every possible way.
…and can I apologies (again) for it. *sigh* *headslap*
You can, but none of it was your fault.
On Sunday I shall tell you how to CHILL COMPLETELY. Mind you if you take my advice you will need 24 hours afterwards before your able to take on major responsibilities.
Kitty was clearly trying to help.
I think she was trying to upstage me. :)