“I never wear orange and I sleep on a pile of bricks 🧱
14.03.2026 06:43
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“I never wear orange and I sleep on a pile of bricks 🧱
I just would rather it didn’t happen in that kind of context, where you know tongues will be wagging but whatever 🤷♂️
Nah, it’s more that I spent over 40 years describing myself as a daughter. Calling myself a son just doesn’t come that naturally.
It’s a thing, I think. I’ve heard of a number of trans guys whose kids still call them “Mum/Mom” with mutual agreement.
I doubt she clocked it. If she did, who gives a fuck. Every other fucker here knows I’m trans.
I don’t tend to describe myself in those terms so I’m not used to it. My family probably do a better, still imperfect, job in that regard
PLOT TWIST: Patient is mother to my uncle’s girlfriend 😫 She recognised my last name.
I introduced myself as, “Mike’s daughter… I mean son”.
Goddamnit.
She graduated and started as a theatre nurse just this year
Of course the conversation segued from that into, “Kids these days have no boundaries because it’s illegal now to smack children. Back in my day, you would be dragged home by the ear by a cop and smacked but because a few people took it too far…”
FUUUUUUCK
“Well you would be the only one. Kids fell and they learnt how to be more careful!”
“Because of stupid health and safety, kids these days don’t know how to keep themselves safe. When you were a kid, did you ever fall off the jungle gym?”
The patient confidently says, “No I never did!”
Not in fact what he was after…
A visitor to another person in my room raised his voice and started ranting about how, “Roofers these days, if they don’t have scaffolding, will just fall off a roof. If I ever do anything on a roof, i know to wear socks and if I feel myself slipping I just turn my foot…”
Night shift has always typically been quite bad. There are exceptions but I hate nights in hospital.
It definitely isn’t unusual.
It’s quite good having a sister who works at the hospital
It’s anecdotal of course but I have for sure been experiencing a breakdown in sepsis protocols.
It’s really strange how culturally different hospital wards can be to one another.
I guess “cope” is some kind of strategy
This night shift is extremely disinterested in helping me to get comfortable or looking after me at all.
The situation seems to be that aside from doing cultures and chucking me some Panadol, I just have to cope on my own until morning.
My sheets are drenched in sweat… which I did tell them
Fucksake. Over 39°C and climbing. The pain and discomfort are unbearable
Another day, another stupid Excel chart.
Well today can get tae fuck
At least I’m more stable now
My nurse is exhausted just from trying to manage my fever. It’s come down enough that I can live with the pain
Panadol hasn’t been helping much
I spiked a temperature today that made me regret coming to hospital for yet more torture
That happens
I think I’ve had three sets of cultures done just today
When I get out of here, I’ll cuddle my cat, eat a hot cross bun and get on with my life
She asked for my reasoning. I said I’d learned more about the odds and potential complications… and also with my quality of life being so poor, I am not about trying to extend my life. I said the latter was my primary reason.
Confronting.
I changed my answer to DNR this time when asked if I want to be resuscitated should things go that way
It’s a fairly routine question. I never quite get used to it.
🤣
Not yet winning, it’s fair to say
Kawaii as a coping mechanism… or just because… is a fully legitimate way of life
My dad is also 67 this year… I think
Social media is AWFUL for healthy mood regulation
He does look like a creep now
Our arable farmers are going to convert to Dairy on the Canterbury Plains because there's no 'market' for frozen products, our mills have shut down because we export raw logs
Our economy is 'housing market with bits tacked on', the fundamentals of our economy are broken.
She’s adorable and funny and an arsehole
As cats go, she is lovely. I am glad she’s turned into a great cat