Today, I started again to cover our inpatients wards. My feelings are always mixed about it:
Excited about working in a close team, seeing different pathologies and learning from them, teaching, communicating and connecting with patients for more than a day or so and with their families, and working with a bigger team of nurses and other healthcare workers.
Apprehensive about the build-up of outpatient paperwork and not being able to respond to patients who are not in the ward as quickly as I wish.
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It was not difficult but there were some sad stories. Again, the stories are more impressive than mine but I am not yet comfortable and I am unable yet to write without risking breach of confidentiality !
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I walked to the bus but had to take and make some calls about patients while awaiting. From a distance I saw the bike held in memory of the cyclist I told you about last time. I walked there but I had to rush back as the bus arrived a minute earlier than I expected.
My mobile phone battery was about to die but thankfully, the bus of today has some energy in it and charging points.
I walked back home from the stop, bought some milk on the way and on arriving home had to have a shower. I usually become anxious at his point when I am on-call about having a shower concerned about missing a call but equally could not take the phone to the bathroom with me! I decided to shower anyway since I was desperate for a refreshment!
I talked to my sister and messaged with the rest of the family before I sit to write my NYT short story. I have only one day left to submit and I am working tomorrow.
I decided to write while eating. Was not sure where to start but there were some ideas brewing in my mind. I sat with the laptop in front of me and started typing.
RomCom! Not really my style of writing even though I like seeing the films! I thought to myself! How come I could write romance which means intimacy? Would I not share it with family? It would be embarrassing to let them visit my imagination? How could I write in RomCom without a kiss? How could I describe a real kiss openly?! If I write it and made it real, how would anyone believe me that I have never kissed or been kissed due to religious obligations! No intimacy without marriage! The rules say.
Anyway, I could write without a kiss leaving it to come later! A promise from the heroine of the story!
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