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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

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I'm sorry I don't have anything remotely interesting today.

Am really starting to feel the strain of working in a psy ward, I think, I'm heading towards a burnout.

The day I lose interest in psychiatry is probably the day I give up nursing altogether.

And words cannot adequately describe how I feel towards certain patients eg the anxious or the depressed. I don't know how to comfort them, it's killing me just to sit there to keep reassuring them.

I know it's not their fault they're scared about everything under the sun. I know it's also not their fault they don't feel like doing anything but cry in bed.

I feel like yelling at them, I really do. And it upsets me that I should think like that.

To the anxious, I feel like telling them to get off my back and give me time, some time to fulfil their request instead of bugging me every 30 seconds wondering if I forgot about them, or wondering if the doc lost his way to the ward, or maybe, just maybe the doc had a nightmare and ran home to his mummy which is why he didn't come and prescribe whatever stupid med you requested for.

To the depressed, I feel like screaming at them everytime they refuse to even get out of bed to wash up. Damn it la! Why don't you just try?! Why don't you just throw yourself off the bed and try?!

And I hate myself for thinking like that, just because I'm honestly too tired emotionally to comfort, to even care if you're too upset to live.

Last thing, Murphy's law states that...

"If anything can go wrong, it will. At the most inopportune time, it will be your fault and everyon will know it."

"If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the FIRST to go wrong"

"If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway"

Fact of my life.

7.9.08 11:48 PM

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