Everyone thinks being a rebellious nurse in a pandemic is cool, but I certainly don’t
If mixing up my Vs and Bs makes me sound like a Russian revolutionary, then soviet, but I refuse to toe the line when it comes to authority. If you can’t throw the rulebook out of the window in the middle of a global pandemic, when can you? I’ve recently started an anarchist support group, but no one’s following the rules.
About a month ago I became the leader of the loveliest bunch of lunatics I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with:
Looking back over the car-crash that is my nursing career, I’ve never felt the need to climb the greasy pole of management. As a burnt-out dope-smoking drunkard, cleverly disguised in real-life as the newly appointed clinical team leader of a fast-paced, acute psychiatric admissions ward…
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