Nightmare job . . .

Like a soulless zombie, I stumbled in from work and collapsed onto the sofa.  Catatonic, I stared at the wall in front of me, eyes focused somewhere a thousand yards ahead.  My wife had seen this look before – she knew it all too well.  Horrors of a traumatic shift catching up to prey on a weary mind.  In bed, all thoughts of a peaceful slumber, snatched away.  In its place, a tortuous and endless eternity of painful memories.  My wife knew that something bad had happened so, she sat down carefully by my side and took my hand in hers.

“Oh my love, what’s happened?  You can tell me”

My lip quivered as tears welled in my eyes.  After a long pause I explained . . .

“I . . . I had to pick up a patient’s poo today!”

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