Tea and wine

Most medical students will attempt a ward round hungover.

Most medical students will be able to list the amount of times they've attempted this on one hand.

I have already said how much I hate ward rounds. I don't need to go into that again. But hungover, they take on a whole new level of awfulness. There are the long words you don't understand, combined with the consultant who thinks you must, and then there is the amount of brainpower needed to stay upright. This is not a good combination.

I've only ever done one ward round hungover. I, as a student, drink more than my fair share according to the DoH. But I always make sure this is before a morning off, or communication skills. Never when seeing patients.

Tonight I had an emotional crisis. I am 21, I'm allowed these from time to time. And as many British citizens would, I reached for the merlot.

Four large glasses and a pint later I am regretting this. Not least because my ward round starts in not-very-many hours, which means leaving my house in even fewer and being up in a number not worth considering. My blood alcohol level is not good. Luckily for me I have a clinical partner who will pick me up and not question the drunkeness, just laugh.

On the plus side, the toast I just made fell to the floor butter side up. I don't know what this means but I assume it's a good omen. Despite the floor resembling your average alleyway, I have continued to eat it. I assume this is less of a good omen for my physical state in the morning.

I do hope there's tea tomorrow. Tea may make it all better. Strong tea.

And a biscuit.