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Sunday, May 18, 2008 / 5:50 PM
Last Wednesday was way filled with excitement for the latest batch of SGH staffs. My colleagues and I anxiously sat down obediently with mouth kept shut and tight, waiting to know our individual posting. My stomach was filled with butterflies, cocoons and even caterpillars. That day was much more terrifying than the time when I had to go back to school to collect my O-level result. More or less, that day determines my first step of nursing career.
Everyone was mumbling to oneself and some even prayed that they will get the ward they had opted. So, not getting the department that one hoped for definitely brings disappointments and sudden breakdown.
As usual, still in denial state, I was hoping that I could get into Specialist Outpatient Clinic (SOC) by luck so that I can enjoy office hours and a weekend off. Eventually, I had to forgo that thought because they don't encourage fresh graduands to join SOC.
Anyway, Alhamdulillah I got what I have opted in one of my choice. Days have passed. Lectures have come to an end. It's time for us to be in the ward. It has never been easy during student days. It is tougher now than before. Much much more!
I spent most hours at work and slept like a log each time I got home. It somehow became a routine habit. I am lacking of sleeps, if you must know. I'm practically sighing each time I wake up to go to work, sighing each time I step out of the house (even before the sun rises), sighing each time I know my off days will be random. Of course, to go out unnecessarily after work became a big hesitant now. What more with auditing going on in July and a test on Intravenous Medications in June. Boy, it's such a chore!
I want and need to take a breather, especially during off days.
I have never known that working life is tough. Not until I embarked this journey myself. Not until this 20 years of life.
I am sitting on the brink of a sampan in the middle of the deep blue sea. I can fall anytime in the day/night, fearing of getting drown and never able to float.
'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'
