Matthew's Journal

Yesterday evening turned somewhat into doom. A sheep was referred in (it had been ill for days, so why they couldn't have referred it earlier, I do not know) with a ruptured bladder, so we had to take it to surgery. I anaesthetised it, and as a result didn't get to bed until 00:30. Perhaps unsurpisingly therefore, I failed to wake when my alarm went off at 3am, so didn't do the treatments that were due then. Fortunately, these were few, and not overly vital.

Today has been better; I got to chapel, chatted for ages afterwards, bought my fellow-hutties a Sunday paper (which I think mollified them somewhat later), went to Methsoc (which was good, even if the speaker wasn't the best ever), then lunch and then coffee in Clown's, until I had to go back to evening rounds (at 16:00!). There doesn't look to be much to do at 3am, so hopefully I'll get a bit more sleep tonight.

I've also managed to start my anaesthesia talk, though it's less well advanced than I'd like. Ho hum.

I'm off to bed shortly, I think, given I'm beginning to flag already.