For the past weeks, I have accepted what needed to be done. In the process, the fire within has weakened to a measly shower of sparks. Sad to say, the tinder for the fire is something that I shouldn't be proud of. My life has turned into one helluva routine, probably changing the shape of my future. This afternoon, I got my graduation photos. Some people may use that as an inspiration to get them through this vortex but my pessimist side, in coordination with my body with its soul being sucked slowly, has seen it as a burden or an expectation blown out of proportion. This is my tired self talking to you through this blog.
Waking up every morning to get your lazy bum in the ward was a pain in the ass (pun unintended) at first but it then dulls you with its repetitiveness. You wake up in the morning, ironically hoping that none of your patients has been discharged while you're gone. Then you spend the 8-hour shift being all nurse-y and all (no offense to that, but the documentation is just killing my hand). But wait, there is more. You have to do your papers, hoping that you finish them before your eyelids decide to go-bitchy and get all heavy and turn your five minute naps into five hour ones. Believe me, they're very very nasty.
Vacation bug. It has been trying to bite me but, thankfully, hasn't been successful at doing it. Three more days next week and it's officially my "break". You see those quotation marks? They're more than sarcastic cues but they're the very symbol of desecration of my only breather. So for now I have you, dear Reader, as a shoulder to cry on or being there as my sounding board.
A breather, I definitely need one.
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