This nurse and my coffee.

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity – Dave Barry When not at work, I wish my days rounded with the ambiance of ritual caffination. Working in the emergency department is distastefully instant. You are simply not afforded space amongst the catastrophe to let your lips simmer over molten-gold creme. To pause and feel the weight of your favourite chipped clay mug cupped in your hands. Or perhaps porcelain. Or earthenware. To lean in and feel the swirling warm steam feather your cheeks. I admit here that I like my cup strong and hot as sun-plasma, which is not really a great cup if you are hardcore, as it dampens the delicate oils and ‘bakes’ out the flavour, but then, I am not coffee hardcore….. but I am a coffee seeker. It makes me happy. Even when I lope over to the hospital coffee shop and impatiently queue up for a brew, standing in line for 10 minutes behind a towering orthopaedic registrar only to have him step up and order 9 cups for all his theatre buddies…no, actually make that 10. And then turn to face down to me with a sorry about that grin that leaves me no other choice than to deliver a swift imaginary flying back-kick to his testicle bones. With a run up from way down the corridor near the oncology unit. Compound fractures. When I finally do return with my prize, I inevitably end up leaving it sitting half i...
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