Oh my goodness

Is there a point in having a blog, if you don't react. This evening I listened to a BBC sport broadcast discussing a soccer player moving from Arsenal to another team, and  aiming for payment of £500,000 per week. So it seems it is a good player. Right, when I worked in a cardiac intensive care unit as a nurse, a regular bank of pumps would have Propofol, Furosemide, Adrenaline, Noradrenaline, Dopamine, Dobutamine, Insulin, GTN, Dextrose, Saline, Blood, Platelets, Potassium infusing, Glucose and so many others to list, there might be a dialysis machine, a ventilator, chest drains, urnary catheters, sometimes open abdomens, sometimes if a patient had a post operative cardiac arrest the chest would be reopened and the heart massaged directly,  the patient might have a post pump psychosis so I'd sit and calm them,they might be taking their last breath and I'd be washing them and crying and seeing them to the next place, and all needing to be dealt with at one time, or I'd go and speak to the distraught relatives, or I'd not be going for a break as there was no one to cover. Working night shifts, Christmas, New Years,  missing family weddings, baptisms, or trivially social nights out, I earned a maximum of  £40,000 per year. The world is upside down. Shit.