Well, I was in the mood for a really good moan yesterday. A proper moan. I'd had a cranky morning, full of slightly grumpy patients (who were also in the mood for a moan!), the admin team for my department were getting on my wick, and the door never stopped knocking. Add to that mix the aching and fatigue, and I was all ready to offload a few gripes.
Then, I went for a one-to-one with a girl in my team; I arrived to find her in tears. Her Mum had just been diagnosed with a grade 5 (aggressive) breast tumour, and she was panicking about not being able to get the time off to be with her for appointments and surgery. I never did have that moan, but I did sort out her leave, send her home, and treat the rest of her patients for her. It made me feel better than a moan!