Come friday, it should be met with enthusiasm. But certainly not this one. On call for the whole weekend + forensic pathology tomorrow does bring much sorrow to the cheerful Friday night. And mind you, the weather sucks. Hazy and stuffy.
Things just went to worse from bad. The gymnasium was again locked, for the 'n'th time in this month. So damn frustrating to get all the kit just to be greeted with a shut door.
One more week and I will be alive, from my last posting (Surgery), which has given me numerous tense moments and intense pressure. The feeling to shunt all ward work is so strong that mornings are no longer cheerful. A dead soul and an empty body strolling aimlessly in the wards.
It will end, soon. One week is the duration.
So, let's still stay upbeat =)
yikping
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