Is there even a funny side to being a psychiatric nurse?
Life’s ultimate participation medal.
Everyone thinks being a rebellious nurse in a pandemic is cool, but I certainly don’t.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I now find myself as the manager of an acute psychiatric admissions ward, I fucking hate management, I don’t do rules and we’re in the midst of a global pandemic!
What could possibly go wrong?
Let’s not forget folks, pandemic or not, people still need a safe space to go absolutely fucking mental.
This COVID-19 makes me sick.
It also made me emotionally constipated. I didn’t give a shit for days.
I’m also quitting my family to spend more time with my job.
I’m actually an aspiring writer!
Never say c’rona virus, that’s how I contracted it.
The benefits of humour in therapy and recovery.