I am fed up. Well and truly, totally and utterly. So I shouldn't really blog because it will be a totally uninteresting moan about everything.

But, I'm going to anyway.

In answer to Andy's query - the yucky things weren't really that interesting or actually, especially icky in the grand scheme of things.

Today I did some dressings, an ECG, helped with a couple of plaster casts, helped an old lady go to the loo, made some tea and was generally as interested and helpful as I could be. And then when I asked if I could go half an hour early because nothing was happening, I was asked why I wanted to go. Why? Well, maybe because I've been on my feet for the past 11 1/2 hours, I'm bored out my mind and really don't want to be here pretending to be enthusiastic anymore. And yes, you're a very nice person and a good nurse and have taught me lots but you really don't have to act like my teacher the whole time!!

I now have 3 night shifts. Don't want to go. I just can't be arsed to jump through any more hoops or waste any more time doing pointless placements. I'm not even sure I can be arsed to be a midwife anymore. It's all miserable women and staff shortages and lack of jobs and litigation anyway.

I'm fed up of paying for a flat I don't get to live in, of never having any money, of missing out on all the fun that my friends have because I'm away working, of waiting for the uni to deign to tell me where my placements might be next academic year and of having my whole life on hold.

So there.