Yes I know what profession I am going into.
But this far into my training, I still don't feel prepared for it.
One of the guys I went to see every morning and took his blood sugar from.
He died.
This really upset me actually.
He was a nice guy and I know he wouldn't have wanted to die in hospital.
He'll have wanted to die at home with his dog sat in his chair with the radio on.
But I guess i'll have to toughen up.
When my mentor found out, she was upset.
Man she'd been looking after him for eight years.
I'd been looking after him for six weeks!
And she said to me today.
That when she found out,
She thought of me.
Because she knew I liked him and got on well with him.
I just hope his dog is okay and he's resting now.
And then I go to work today and found out a guy who i'd been to see with a nurse to review on Tuesday had died last night.
I was shocked.
I didn't know this guy.
But he was fine Tuesday!
Reading the paper, chatting away to us.
It does make me question whether or not I want to carry on doing this.
But i'll crack on.
I also ripped the letter up.
It was the right thing to do I reckon.
I've just found a poem I read AGES ago!
And I still like it as much as I ever did.
I'm gonna paint a picture,
A picture with a twist;
I'll paint it with a razor blade,
I'll paint it on my wrist,
And if i paint this picture,
A red fountain will appear,
And through this gushing fountain,
My trouble will disapear.