Sometimes we can't help what we do ('we' in the incusive human-as-species meaning)- and that includes what draws us, interests us and pokes at our sense of 'rightness'. It reads like a love story: you fell out of love with it for a while, but the lady of the vale of trauma drew you back: kiss and make up time. I'm really pleased this love story worked out for you. Took me over a decade, kicking and screaming, to realise I was doomed- er- 'chosen', 'fortunate', er... It looks like you'll always have supporters. This student nurse is rooting for you, too. And hooked on your blog- so you can't stop what you do or you'll lose the point of this blog, and I might just have to tail-spin into moribund sadness without my fixes of ambu-life. So you can't stop, can you? No pressure! xx