Im not sure if many people are aware of this, but nightshift is about as much fun as a Patrick Swayze movie marathon. Right at this very moment (eight past three in the morning), I am sitting at work high on coffee and attempting not to overdose any patients by accident. My eyes feel like two over inflated, blood filled balloons that are ready to pop at any second.

  For some insane reason unknown to me, almighty god decided that sickness shall work on a 24 hour clock and that I shall be there to mop up the vomit, diarrhoea and blood of all who dare to be hospitalised. But dont get me wrong. I love it. I love trying to take sleeping childrens temperatures at two in the morning and being kicked sqaure in the nuts. Its how i always pictured my life to be...singing soprano in the early hours, while holding a rectal thermometer.

 So here I am, dead tired, surrounded by echoes of small children's cries and wails, perched on an 'ergonomic' chair and clutching a small icepack to my freshly bruised manbits.....wondering why i chose this profession. If you havent already guessed, I am a male nurse. Or as my friends like to call me..a 'Murse'. Instead of fulfilling my true calling as a devestatingly handsome, rich by inheritance genius who travels the world, i ended up a  broke, sleep deprived shiftworker.

  Somebody call me a waaaaaambulance. Okay, so my jobs not that bad. I get to hang out with kids, act like im 12 and help them smile a little. Its just shift work that gives me the irrits. having to kiss your girlfriend goodnight, tuck her into bed and then drive to work...Suckfest 2005.

  So, I have decided to take things into my own hands.I can't change the hours i have to work. But i can put a word out to all the poor suckers out there like myself who work painful, ungodly hours.

Tomorrow will be 'International Hug a Underappreciated Whining Shiftworker day'

So I want you all to show some love to someone you know who needs it.

Im off to re- ice my cods..