I’ll be on my Duty post (this supposedly be every 3 days) at the
Emergency Room which will likely last 26-30hours depending on whatever circumstances may come about—my fear is not to be able to manage emergency cases amidst exhaustion
and being mentally drained; I am more distress on dealing with some people whom
I wish I'm not working with.
Life behind this profession can be likened to a life of a poor hearted lad whose downfall of other people is the one that is keeping them high, whose weakness is keeping them even stronger, whose darkside made them shineout and each scar they reveal from people made them beautiful. Pathetic way of becoming great. Our degree wont make most us any kinder (to each other), that is one thing.
If this is one of the thousand ways of surviving, I cannot argue then. For there is a need for each and everyone to come out, not just alive but great...by all means
I am not a perfect kind. I at times can become mad. I guess, as long as we dont messed up during the play and we keep this all behind... we are all doing this good.
Life behind this nobility...
I shall survive this.
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