Journal of a Psychiatric Nurse

“Here are your keys” said the night nurse, as she passed across a colour-coded mass of brass and steel. “Hope you have a quiet shift”.

Feeling my hand move downwards a full inch because of the weight, I bid her and the auxiliary nurse goodbye. I then sighed resignedly as I watched their smoking estate cars carefully traverse the frozen car park, and turn through the main gates. Some of the other night nurses were also clearly destined for the charity walk, as they left their wards variously dressed as Barney the Dinosaur, Gandalf, Harry Potter and a Cyberman.

“Ha ha. Tee hee” they chortled.

“Don’t forget to collect the sponsorship money again” I called across…..



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