I left the hospital at 8am this morning and walked into the harsh sunlight. So far, the best thing about night shift is being first to the bakery; my walk home included a still-warm pain chocolat and Ryan Adams on the iPod, which made everything better.
Last night included stitches for every young man in Melbourne (they bite each other, stab each other, knock each other over, hit each other with bottles), drunk kids, kids on too much ecstasy, kids on too much tylenol aaaaand...a post-coital penis bleed.
I am going to invest in some safety goggles.
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