Lazy Me?

Over the last few days I have done more sitting at my desk than moving around, I have been more or less a couch potato!

I miss the hustle and bustle of the emergency room, wards and all but like every one around me says, enjoy the quiet while it lasts for soon the hurricane of work will begin to blow.

So right now I'm no longer complaining, like the true daughter of my father I will make use of this time to prepare for the approaching storm, for it will surely come and I must not be caught unawares!

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