I hate mornings. 

Especially those preceded by long night shifts.

The type of shifts that lull you in to a false sense of security. 

They begin ok, even ‘nice’. 

That never lasts…..   🏥 🚑 🚑🚑 🚑

It starts with the patient requesting a service that is not provided by accident and emergency, gets very upset at being redirected to appropriate healthcare. 

Midway through the shift comes, bars close, people stagger home, popping in for a quick visit/patch up on the way. 

A fight breaks outside the hospital necessitating a visit by the boys in blue. A bigger fight breaks out during protests further away and the hospital is placed on alert. More police arrive, patients this time instead of accompanying. 

Two patients are highly agitated and violent requiring mental health services and police (picking up on a theme for the night 😜) plus medication to keep them (and us) safe. 

A patient who suddenly deteriorated and needed extensive treatment enabling him to come from being peri – arrest to alert and orientated, chatting and sitting up. 

Still…..

The coffee’s not doing it 😴😴😴😴