Date: 7/4/2020
By amandalyle
I was visiting one of my service users. As I approached her flat, one of my colleagues was just leaving. “She’s really drunk.” she said, “we’ve just had sex.” I was so shocked by what I had just been told, I was lost for words. This wasn’t professional at all. It was, quite frankly, outrageous! I was extremely pissed off now. I walked in, to find said service user, sprawled on the kitchen table, paralytic. “What’s going on?” I asked. “You’re still my favourite.” She slurred. Next scene; I had a work placement at some salon in London. My husband had barely left any petrol in the car and I was already running late. I was really anxious about going because I had lost the email with all the details. I suggested that my husband and the kids come with me (a family road trip!) but he said I needed to figure this out on my own. When I got into the car, it was as hot as an oven and all the (curtains?) had been pulled. “I don’t think I can do this.” I thought to myself, glumly. Next scene; I was in the centre of this random town. It wasn’t a place I recognised. The bars and restaurants had reopened, but there were queues a mile long. There were so many people around it was making me feel really anxious. There was a group of youths outside one of the restaurants, shouting and causing a scene. “What has the world become?” I thought, sadly. Next scene; I had visited a friend. She had made dinner for everyone except me. I remember feeling extremely annoyed about this. “Well, seeing as you haven’t made dinner for me...” I said, heading towards the door, “I’ll see my way out!”