Evenin,all. On a lighter note, I've just watched a TV programme about holidays in the Lake District. I got cross because I thought it was not possible to find such an awful bunch of people. I then decided they were actors, and I'd been right in the first place.
The black humour thing. When I was in the cardiac unit having had an MI, I was woken up by the sounds you hear every week in "Casualty" from behind the curtains around the next bed. The pumping of the chest, the charging and zapping, injection of adrenalin and the eventual "are we all agreed?" and "time of death". There were some first year doctors (I later found out) chatting and joking about what they had had for breakfast while this was going on.
This really upset me, and it got worse when the patient's family arrived soon after. One of the nurses took the time to tell me that this was probably the first death the young doctors had been at, and that it was a coping mechanism.
Ed