So, after recently spending a stretch working in A&E (ER for those overseas people) I have come to the conclusion that being a member of A&E staff is like being the abused member of a relationship. Allow me to elaborate:

At first in seems nice and exciting but a few weeks goes by and A&E knocks you down and you write it off as a one off. Over the next few weeks the knocks get more and more. You assume that your beloved A&E is just under stress, after all they have a whole 700-800 people to deal with a day. You begin to think, that perhaps in time it will change, but no matter how many times this is proven not to be possible, you will come back because you love it. Eventually it all becomes to much, and you talk to your sister who is still madly in love with her perfect partner, Respiratory Medicine or Gastroenterology. You think long and hard about it and make the decision to leave A&E, after all, you just can’t look at it the same any more. And you leave.

But you will never forget that excitement of the first few weeks. You might…just might, go back and give A&E one more chance.

Jolly-Misanthrope