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[May. 18th, 2012|03:26 pm] |
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| | sad | ] | Yesterday, I was doubting myself when I think about the achievements I had when I started nursing. And I was on the verge of leaving working in the ward soon because I don't think that I can ever be a good nurse.
Today, I think my perseverance to leave is very much stronger after an incident happened. Being a nurse in Singapore, you no longer nurse the patients back to health like before. It is more of providing service to their family members instead of the patients or attending to patient's ridiculous request(s).
And complaining is what seems the favourite hobby of majority of the Singaporeans. Every little nick of things, they will complain. Why can't Singaporeans be a little more appreciative towards us? Nobody chose to be sick, nobody chose to come to the hospital. But we chose to work in the hospital, put ourselves at risk, to nurse you back to health so that you can be back to the society again.
Teamwork, is one word which I think I dread most now. No point keep saying "We need to work as a team" when there are people who are not willing to be part of the "team". If every single shit is to be our responsibility, there will be never ending of work that we are supposed to do. By then, we will be overworked.
I have really lost the motivation to work as a nurse now. So unappreciated, despite everything you've sincerely done for a stranger who is not related to you at all. |
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| Emotion. |
[May. 1st, 2012|06:39 pm] |
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| | moody | ] | I hate it when I stop my pills during the 7 days interval period, because I'll get emotional for no reason. One moment I might feel like brawling my eyes out, next moment I'm just fuming with anger over the slightest thing. And I wouldn't feel like talking to anyone at all because I'd feel that everyone is annoying me.
I can cry over the slightest thing because of disappointment, next moment I can just burst out and start shouting with anger.
Working night shifts now isn't making things any better, because of the people I'm working with. If you decided not to lend a helping hand with the heavy load of IVs and multiple overflow admission(s), you can keep your trap shut at all times; nobody will think that you're a mute. I've given up reasoning.
I wanna isolate myself. |
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| Leave? |
[Apr. 24th, 2012|02:12 am] |
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| | sleepy | ] |
The long off days are over and I'm going back to work tomorrow. Missed my part of leave slot this time because dad/mom decided not to go anywhere. ): Spent the days with B lazing around, just being each other's company. (:
B brought me for a short run yesterday night and I literally died-ed. It has been ages since I've went running, proper. Gonna pull up my socks, and start finding my motivation to run again. (:
And I'm fretting over my China cousins' arrival next week. Because my Mandarin sucks max, and I've seriously no idea how am I gonna be involved in a convo with them. Damn. |
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| Mad. |
[Apr. 15th, 2012|01:22 am] |
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| | thirsty | ] |
Haven't been blogging much lately. Nothing much has been on my mind, spending the off days with B and mom/dad. Indulging in their loveeee ~ (:
Chatted with B's mom yesterday, about one thing all parents talked about their kids - marriage. Never knew that she felt inferior that B might not have anything to marry me into their family. But at the end of it, I don't ask for much. As long as he is able to provide for me, to provide for our family in the future. And most importantly, to love me. (:
Easy contentment. (:
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| By my side. |
[Apr. 2nd, 2012|11:54 am] |
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| | cheerful | ] |
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| | David Choi - By My Side | ] |
"I love you more than anything else in the world. And you will always be my top priority."
My boyfriend is love. ♥ |
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| Bruised. |
[Mar. 17th, 2012|01:27 pm] |
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| | giddy | ] |
| [ | Music |
| | Yellowcard - Only One | ] |
A really bad bruised ankle. Traction bar dropping right onto my ankle is no joke, couldn't walk properly/weight bear. Things always had to happen when I'm supposed to work long days. It really sucks to be accident prone, doesn't reflect good on myself/my records. :/ And first time in my life I brawled my eyes out when B's dad was massaging for me, TCM way. )':
Thankful for B, who came down at 3am just to see if I'm fine. Sacrificed sleep just to bring me to the doc early in the morn, falling asleep while Q-ing at polyclinic. (: And especially taking care of me when I'm limping around because mom/dad are working.
Not limping much anymore, but still tender to touch. Back to work tmr after 3 days of rest. I wonder how is the ward like. :/
And why do the public stare at limping young adult like an alien? -.-
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