The bell rang very early tonight for work. It's Ramadan so the drivers are always in a hurry to catch their meal. In the hospital I can see the empty beds. I really wish it would be a calm night. For the first 2 hours of our duty we were doing the routine tasks and bonding with my colleagues; revealing scandals behind the closed curtains. A scandal that concerns love, lust or deception, whichever it is. I can never forget such vulgarity. I have never felt so discouraged with my own race, until now.
Miss Josie told me she will miss me, as her tears started to show. I told her not to waste her tears, and just be happy for my freedom from this country. The Emergency Room is like the jungle. If you are not strong, you will not survive. I advised her to be strong in mind and in heart. Then suddenly it started to rain people. People of all ages. Why aren't they sleeping at this time? How can I give quality nursing care if I am always in a hurry to attend another patient? Is life all about rushing and finishing a task or is it about making a difference in this world? Well, I still want to make sure that my patients are comfortable and pain free during my care.
Anyway, I was running here and there until I realized its already morning. I can feel the rumbling of my stomach as I craved for coffee and bread. Miss Honey prepared our coffee and bread at the last minute, so it was a refreshment at least. We have to go home unable to clean all the rooms before the next shift arrives. I felt bad for not finishing everything perfectly. I hope it would be better tonight.
