Being Me
I’m finally done with my second internal assessment and found some peace from those bulky books...for at least a few days. And I can finally write otherwise I’d feel stagnant. I don’t think I’d want to mention how my exams went. Oh how I miss those days when I used to ask my teacher about the top scorer and he would just give me a smile and I’d know it was me. Now my life has turned topsy-turvy. i'm not a bookworm...;)...but i look like one Sometimes I regret entering this medical field. All you do the entire day is look after the patients…standing all the time and at the end of the day there’s nothing left for you. No one to applause you. And to add salt to the wounds, some patients are like “Sister, you’re just a novice…I won’t allow you to insert needle in me”…and how I wish to say “Oh yeah, why don’t you try inserting it yourself…duh I know more than you know”. But this is what I have to say “Oh there’s no problem…I can try it some other time” and smile. Argh...