Back on ward after bust up with a terribly rude old man. Demanded to move and went in a room on my own for a few days. He's gone now (rehab - overstaying his bed time really as he wasn't that poorly) and they asked me at three am today if I minded going back to the old ward to which I said was fine. The nurses understood why I blew up, one reason why I would never teach or nurse (poor progression rates from dead students). I have a low tolerance for rude people. Robert opposite was awake and said, "Is that you mate, thank god you are back!"
We've gained one lad back from November who had recovered but must have got bad again, that's Mike 1, Mike 2 seems to be well, Chris went in a side room when I did but he has been very very ill, and hanging on in there (life or death) but is on the mend.
Bloody musical beds.