Doing my rounds up and down the hospital ward, I stifled a yawn.
I’d been working back-to back late nights and early mornings and I couldn’t wait to get home, grab some food and jump into bed.
‘These came for us,’ another nurse smiled, thrusting a box of chocs into my hands.
Gratefully accepting, I wolfed down three before getting back to my rounds.
Sweet treats from grateful patients were a perk of the job for nurses.
The sugar got me through the antisocial hours of my nursing training.
It was 1987,1 was 19 and excited by everything that I was learning.
But it was exhausting,
