Happy New Year, have some maxillon.

Last night was Sydney NYE. For those who don't live in a stunning harbour city with fireworks to kick off the transition from one year to the next, let's just take it as a given that it is a night of heavy partying. It's been a tradition for my partner and I to go to R's every NYE as they live in a massive harbour front mansion and nobody throws better parties than his parents.

To make a very long story short, R's parents, R and I ended up driving one of the guests to a major hospital's emergency department. For alcohol poisoning. (For shame.) Being NYE, it was a good wait, despite it being 4:10am. "We'll give him some maxillon maxalon and stick a banana bag into him." By the time we got back to R's place after leaving, it was around 7am. Partner had been waiting for me with a cup of tea and commandeered the large sofa. (I felt very lucky to have him at that point.)

It wasn't how I'd planned on spending my new years but it felt somewhat comforting to walk around wards again and use as much hand sanitizer as possible. (I missed the smell.) Partner shook his head and told me I was crazy. Happy new year, everyone.

EDIT: I thought I should add, there were a hell of a lot of patients in the emergency department that night. Some in much worse condition than others. We watched a man being gurneyed past towards the ICU, missing a leg. We later found out from one medical officers that he'd been in a really bad accident on a highway and he'd been left laying there for a good few minutes before someone stopped to get help. Christ.