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Tuesday, March 23, 2010 @ 10:17 PM
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I love attachments. I dread it cause I know my feet are gonna ache. But I love it because I love caring for my patients. I love it when they appreciate what we do for them. I love it when I smile, they smile back. Moreover, attachments keep my mind occupied. I don't think about things outside clinical. The heartbreak I recently had especially.

I'd go home feeling hungry, wanting to eat many kinds of food. But once I prepare the meal, I won't have appetite to eat cause my mind starts to drift away to the recent incident and the heart ache would kill every good-mood-hormones. It's been a long time since I had this feeling. My mind's disturbed and body's always uneasy.

I love ward 43 because of the staff there.
So far, there's only 3 that I DESPISE.

And I miss the previous batch of people whom I had attachments with.
Boohoo.




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