Itchy Feet

Three hours to go, and man have I earned my pay check this week. It hasn't been frantic, but it's been constant, to the point I had to put away the finding I was trying to write because a) it needs concentration to untangle the medical history and conficting dates given by family and b) every time I settled down to it, the bloody pager would go off and I'd have to interrupt myself and attend to that.

People of Victoria, I'm finding some of you very sucky right now. Enough with the domestic violence already. Especially sons against their mums - that's been a bit of a theme tonight.

Now to finish the huge pile of mail I've been stuffing into envelopes, before starting on data entry for the four new reports of death we've had this evening. Four's not too bad, really - the undertakers are a bit happier today. Of course, in these last three hours anything could happen.

So looking forward to my bed when I get home. I'm getting dizzy I'm so tired...

Fear me and my Grim Reaper Inna Bag. But only if you're the government undertakers.

So, I walked into work at 4:50pm (I started at 5pm) and straight into Bedlam. Phones ringing, coroner issuing demands with a messy application, the pager going off repeatedly once it was turned on... Things haven't really stopped until now, and I've taken another pager call and a new report of death in the time it's taken to write this much.

And actually, it's now 9pm, and I've done four more releases, and two intakes, and two domestic violence orders. actually, make that 9:14pm.

So yeah, been a busy night. And I haven't eaten dinner yet. *pouts*

However, here all night, and once things calm down, I'm sure I'll be whinging for distraction. ;)

On the very last stretch, and looking forward so very much to my bed. It's been a long one.