Live

Despite my very reluctance back to the Nursing, despite my incessant jobs applications to mostly events/marketing jobs, despite all my cries and fights with jo, I went back and handed in my very late application form. I was on the usual bus at an unintended uncanny timing and I saw a few of the Nursing students, honestly i thought i was wearing the uniform as well! I went back to my ward.

Oh god, the antiseptic smell; the short-walled cubicles; the familiar layout; the familiar faces that were joyed to see me. So nostalgic although only for a month away I felt i was away for the longest time. Then it hit me. I really am going to do it. I just felt like home just like I felt like home when I am in mambo (but obviously we don't go anymore but I am sure I will still feel the same)

It was the last 3 months that gave birth to the re-ignition of passion that sizzles on and off. No it isnt about the patients but the perfect colleagues (though there is one that annoys me). They made work like play.

Hopefully, I will be back to do a many handwashing.

SIGH I CANT BELIEVE IT.

(But I am still waiting for HPB)

Ok I am living.