As I did the night shift
last night I listened to the radio. There was a rather interesting
program which started off with a sci-fi theme. Given that you are on
a spaceship that has crashed on an alien planet, would you eat an
alien?
There are a lot of things
I do eat, a lot I would eat if I had to, and a lot that I say I
wouldn't but probably would if needs must. The program started along
these lines, but I must admit that I was rather disappointed when the
thing descended into thinly veiled pro-vegetarian propaganda. The
implication was made that eating a food animal was akin to eating a
family member.
If someone chooses to be
a vegetarian then that is their choice. Why do so many feel they
should evangelise about the matter?
I also heard something
which made me sit up and take notice. In my previous workplace I used
to look after the trainees. Over the years I saw over twenty of them
from employment to qualification. They were (and still are)
all a decent bunch. One in particular was an amiable gentle girl and
I was pleased to hear of her getting promotion to a senior position a
few years ago. I kept in touch with her (on and off) via
Facebook.
A few weeks ago she was
sacked for bullying other staff. Bullying? I can't believe that of
her. I spoke with her and it would seem she'd fallen foul of trumped
up charges. And now (completely out of the blue) her partner
has collapsed and is in hospital for the foreseeable future.
How quickly life can
change.
With work done I came
home. Sid was snoring but "Furry Face TM"
was itching for his walk. I left Sid (and "er indoors TM")
snoring and took my dog round to the park and back. As we walked we
met a dog-walking acquaintance. We chatted as we walked while my dog
spent the entire time trying to hump his dog. I wish he wouldn't do
that.
I came home; had shower,
shave, brekkie and took myself off to bed for the day. I slept like a
log until mid afternoon when I woke to an empty house. "er
indoors TM" had gone out somewhere with
the dogs. The house seemed empty without them.
And so I'm off to work
again. There are those who would grumble about having to work on the
night of Christmas Eve. I really don't mind. When I first took up
this line of work thirty four years ago I knew that this would be the
way of things. I wonder what the night will hold. Some of my quietest
times and busiest times at work have been working alone on Christmas
shifts.
When you are drinking
yourselves silly over the Christmas period spare a thought for the
likes of me. And the physiotherapists, radiographers, dieticians,
biomedical scientists, audiologists, speech therapists, cleaners,
cooks, podiatrists, ODAs, orthoptists, psychologists, prosthetists
and everyone else?
It's not just doctors and
nurses who work round the clock in hospitals...
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