Happy Birthday Dad.
We still miss you dearly.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Fuck You =)
School is scheduled to end in just a week. The past 8 months felt as like a trial by fire with its many hairpin loops and dead ends. All that’s left behind is a shadow of knowledge and this revelation that I should not give a fuck about what the hell other people think of me or my life.
It’s unfortunate that people think nurses from the cabin wards can’t work. And yet by the end of the first week, the managers are trying to poach me and I’m being asked to help the in-charge with changes. I dare say my colleagues from the cabin are damn good at what they do too.
Don’t overturn the whole ship just due to a few black sheep. These maggots infiltrate everywhere. Not just cabins.
And then the fucking whole other crowd who lament Gerontology an easy-peasy subject that only befits those who prefer a slooooooow pace. Sure pass, they say. Why don't you try? And that the likes of us can never amount to anything. Yet they forget, one may avert renal failure, checking into an ICU or what ever, but ageing is the only thing one can never escape. Who then do you run to?
The only time you should look down on another is when you are lifting him up.
I'm not implying that my specialization is the best. We all choose areas we prefer to work in. So what does my happiness got to do with you?
I work the same fucking hard where ever I go. And I have never been attached to any ward where I do not feel drained by the end of the shift. My colleagues also slog their guts out to uphold good care for every patient.
As I await my results and confirmation regarding my future posting, I’m kicking back and letting go. So here’s to whatever you think. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck because I’m over it =)
Hurray for me!
School is scheduled to end in just a week. The past 8 months felt as like a trial by fire with its many hairpin loops and dead ends. All that’s left behind is a shadow of knowledge and this revelation that I should not give a fuck about what the hell other people think of me or my life.
It’s unfortunate that people think nurses from the cabin wards can’t work. And yet by the end of the first week, the managers are trying to poach me and I’m being asked to help the in-charge with changes. I dare say my colleagues from the cabin are damn good at what they do too.
Don’t overturn the whole ship just due to a few black sheep. These maggots infiltrate everywhere. Not just cabins.
And then the fucking whole other crowd who lament Gerontology an easy-peasy subject that only befits those who prefer a slooooooow pace. Sure pass, they say. Why don't you try? And that the likes of us can never amount to anything. Yet they forget, one may avert renal failure, checking into an ICU or what ever, but ageing is the only thing one can never escape. Who then do you run to?
The only time you should look down on another is when you are lifting him up.
I'm not implying that my specialization is the best. We all choose areas we prefer to work in. So what does my happiness got to do with you?
I work the same fucking hard where ever I go. And I have never been attached to any ward where I do not feel drained by the end of the shift. My colleagues also slog their guts out to uphold good care for every patient.
As I await my results and confirmation regarding my future posting, I’m kicking back and letting go. So here’s to whatever you think. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck because I’m over it =)
Hurray for me!
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