I'm starting to wonder if i shouldn't start carrying a flashcard in my pocket, something that says 'remember that today will be a mixed bag, proceed with caution'.

Messed up with a simple mastoid dressing and was roundly, if deservedly, berated for it. Preceding that was an 'excellent!' for a job well done (if i say so myself). And after a spell of wallowing, came a treat in newer advances in imaging, which soothed me to no end. Following this, i was a picture in forbearance, calm and patient in explaining to the nurse the niceties of record maintenance. And on the ride back home, remembered that he reason i went to the ipd was to drop off the very files that are secure in my bag, where they scarcely belong.

Also, i forgot my phone at home, but took several frivolous tools to work. Was asked to be more organized by mum. I see her point. Starting to get rather absent minded. But i must admit that it is a vacation from zombiehood and rageville, and is very picturesque. I'll rest here briefly and then move on, onwards.