I didn't think it was possible. I have no other option but to stand all day, get bothered by ringing phones and buzzers, and get lulled to sleep by lifeless charts. How could I possibly love it?
I'm in love with the place for the simplest reasons.
- Standing there gives me the feeling that I am really a nurse.
- I don't mind watching doctors and surgeons go over the patients' charts... they are reminders of what I would be in the future. (Ahehe...asa pa!...malay mo naman...It's not yet too late.)
- Filling out the charts makes me feel that I understand something about being what I have to be.
- It's not as humid in there as it is in the stretcher room.
- Staying there gives me the perfect excuse to avoid those who I want to avoid.
- I usually find peace and quiet in there...(kahit mga five minutes lang, laking tulong yon para sa damdamin kong maraming dinadala.)
- The precious minutes of being alone gives me time to reflect about my life. About what I feel, about everything that goes inside my head.
- It is where I find myself after being lost all night wondering in misleading thoughts.
Who cares if my thighs and feet ache like hell at the end of the day?
It's the only place in the entire hospital that wakes me up and reminds me of how my life really works. It's real, frank and plainly true. It doesn't dwell in mendacity, but deals with reality.
9. It is where I can bravely convert currents of infatuation to waves of fury.
10. It saves myself from being my vulnerable, weak and pathetic self.
I gotta love it...
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