Losing the will

It's 5:30am.

I was doing very well - feeling very energetic, very keen, there was one more patient left to see and none waiting.

It was all going so well, until I managed to lean into a puddle of vomit that had collected on the rails of my patient's bed. So now my scrubs are covered in somebody's sick. And there aren't any spare scrubs so I'm going to have to walk about with vomit stained scrubs for another 4 hours.

This makes me very unhappy.