I woke up this morning, got dressed, got on the bus to work, and sat down in what I am almost positive was urine.
That was 8.15am.
Thankfully, I work in a job where no one is going to think it’s all that inappropriate if I go about my day dressed in blue pyjamas. So en route I went into the theatre changing rooms and borrowed a pair of scrubs.
And then got in the lift to go up to my ward and stepped in the puddle of vomit that was on the floor of the lift.
I found a packet of the big alcohol wipes and wiped off my shoe.
And finally started my ward round and made a theatrical gesture and sent a patient’s full glass of Irn Bru flying.
There are days when you just have to call it good and try again tomorrow.