I prepped my bag and clothes, woke up 2 hours earlier, got down before the shuttle bus arrives, I was ready to seize the day. It's my first day of hospital after a two week break and this is my final semester as a medical student. Weehoo.
I was quick to attend to the jobs I was assigned - simple phlebotomy and cannulation. Then it quieted down. I volunteered to examine a patient then I talked to a patient. Still, it was only half passed 10. What else could I do? The HO's were busy doing clerking jobs that I was of no help at all. I sneaked out to the cafeteria and got myself a cup of coffee. I rejoiced, only momentarily.
My mood dampened as I returned back to the ward, I literally was dying inside of boredom. I tried to look excited and keen, tried to read my Oxford Handbook in between the time, I tried to be there but my soul was absent from where I sat in the doctor's room.
tick tock tick tock
Lunch time. I happily ate my rusks and dates. Followed the SHO as he was called to look at a few patients.
tick tock tick tock
They were discussing paperworks, again, nothing that a medical student could be excited about. I wanted to SEIZE the day instead I was losing it. It slipped away slowly and nonchalantly. I rather be home.
"I think... I am leaving."
SHO, "Hehehe you know you are."
It is only half passed 3 and here I am munching on my cheese and marmalade toasts.
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