Wishy washy

It's 230 am in the morning. I've been up since 6 am the previous morning.
Working. On call ...

Trying to admit this patient with multiple risk factors. She was agreeable for admission just now.
Now she's changing her mind.
Then the husband cannot decide.
Now the mother-in-law is also giving her five cents worth (actually quite worthless advice, if you ask me)

Oscillating. oscillating.

So here I am typing furiously away. Hyperventilating. Who wouldn't ? I don't mind if it's a real emergency. But this ?

Ok. The nurse just told me she wants admission now.

Groan.

What's so bad about staying in hospital ? No pontianaks right ?

Sigh.

Love ... patience ... Can be rather lacking at this unearthly time.