365 days: Day 20: The taxi driver

I woke up in the morning but against health advice I opened my phone to a series of messages that were worrying about someone who matters deeply. Worst of all is knowing that I could not do anything to make things better for them and that half of the solution needs to be initiated by them and by their own internal will. My heart raced for a few minutes but I had to get up to get ready and pray. A few sms to and fro, I felt my energy is being consumed before the start of the day trying to find solutions where there seem to be none. I opened the window for some air while I do my prayers. It was still dark but the breeze of air and the chirps of the birds made it feel a bit more hopeful. As I finished my prayers and read some Quran I peeked through the window, closed my eyes, inhaled deeply the smell of the morning. It has a healing effect! I decided that I am not going to let anything else stresses me and I took a taxi to work.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), the driver arrived 20 min before the set time. It pressured me more to rush everything so I had to omit drinking my milk and rushing out. He was awaiting there looking both stressed and excited!

“Good morning!”

“Good morning”

“Sorry, I did not come out immediately but my time is not until 07:50, that is why”

“I know. But, today is my first day ever and you are my very first customer!”

“Oh..I wish you a good day then”

That was added pressure! I have to make his experience a good one or at least not a bad one!

He struggled to turn the car around and it took us 3 minutes to head into the right direction. I remained silent hoping in my heart that I will not get to the hospital later than planned!

He got me there but he wrongly pressed his counter and made me underpay!

“This is not the right price for the journey!” I noted

“Yes, I know but I have pressed the wrong button! Do not worry, the company will sort this out!”

“Please, check with them today”

He nodded with a yes.

“I hope you have a good day!” I said

“You too” He replied

On my way home later as I came off the bus and walked, I called the company to check that money has been withdrawn. None yet but they promised to sort it out. Halal money! I have always to keep my money halal and never mix it with something that is not mine!

I arrived 5minutes later and sat at my desk at 08:10. I needed to quickly allocate patients in the clinic. We have a big one today. I was not still able to forget about the early hours and it brought a heavy feeling on my chest so I decided to walk to the concourse and get myself my emotional food healing package: “M&S blueberry muffins and Costa’s hot chocolate”. Those two fixed me for a long day ahead. (But probably messed up with my calorie intake for more than a week! 😅🤭)

Clinic done, post clinic registrar case review done, post clinic meeting done. I devoured a home made sandwich of cooked tuna with vegetables and peanut butter in-between. Prayers done, results meetings done! I resisted the temptation to go home on time and decided to stay for another hour to review some referrals and GP requests. Post done.

It is time to go home. As I am leaving I met the man who cleans the unit every evening. He looks so kind and cheerful that I am always happy to see him and exchange salutations! But, I realised shockingly that I have not brought him a new year’s gift! Maybe tomorrow. I told myself. I passed by him as he met me with a beaming smile and exchanged a few words.

I needed to pass by the secretary’s office to drop the post I have reviewed. Two of them have not left yet! One of them has Super powers and works 10am to 10pm! I have no idea how she does it and still smiles!

On the way out of the division and in the corridors I have passed through a group of men and a woman who were painting the walls. They have been working since yesterday. What was different about them is that they looked like a family and they worked very quietly. I could not figure out which African country they originated from but they had beautiful features visible despite the masks.

I walked out of the hospital building and smiled as I looked at the half moon. I am satisfied about the day and grateful for being alive!

Completely unrelated photo in London but I am so eager to go sometime soon!

Published by Isra

A daughter, a sister, a friend and a doctor who is trying to write and share the colours of life.

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