The Prodigal Daughter

So I haven't posted in a while but not as long as I thought since I didn't think I posted anything at all this year. But I clearly did in March even if it was just to curse at my work conditions.

Aaah, work.... who doesn't curse and moan and whinge about how shitty their work is or how much of monster their boss is or how they have got the nastiest bitch for a colleague? Yes and I did plenty of that on Facebook but as more colleagues and cousins and aunts get added on my friend list, venting on Facebook has become less attractive really fast. And no one wants to be that asshole who puts everybody off by spewing vitriol on their status updates every day.

And so I turn to you o Blogpost, to once again give vent to my bitter, misanthropic feelings about the human race in general without the repercussions one gets from the hurt feelings of friends one hasn't spoken to in years.

Updates soon.

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This week I celebrated my 28th birthday. This week I was accidentally stabbed with a needle contaminated with the blood of a patient with Hepatitis B. It was all going so well, I thought. The patient had already been screened for HIV and venereal disease and she was in the clear. What are the chances that she would be positive for Hepatitis B? Well, 100% as it turned out. I wasn't terribly upset at first. It was a small nick that didn't bleed much, though it surprised me enough that I yelled in the operating theatre. Everybody froze when they realised what had happened. My colleague felt bad for accidentally stabbing me with the suture needle. As I pointed out, it was an accident. I was double-gloved and we were all following the correct procedures, so it was unfortunate that I got a needlestick injury. What pissed me off was the attitude of the staff when I was trying to get all the various forms filled out and sent off to the correct persons. Their primary concern seemed to b...

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