After a typical day at work, I usually get home, try to sleep, and instead hear the incessant noises of the hospital ringing in my ears.
Beeping monitors.
Faint calls from nurses.
The dreaded phone ringing away.
Sometimes, at the edge of wakefulness, I could smell the hospital again- the latex, blood, alcohol and other bodily fluids I might have encountered that day.
I never really leave the hospital behind, even on my off days. The hospital follows me around, tracing my every step, hounding me like some stalker with whom I have a love-hate relationship.
It's difficult to fathom how I feel for this posting.
But it's pretty darn amazing sometimes.
And pretty bloody ridiculous at other times.
It's a bittersweet experience, but there is always something to be grateful for.
Beeping monitors.
Faint calls from nurses.
The dreaded phone ringing away.
Sometimes, at the edge of wakefulness, I could smell the hospital again- the latex, blood, alcohol and other bodily fluids I might have encountered that day.
I never really leave the hospital behind, even on my off days. The hospital follows me around, tracing my every step, hounding me like some stalker with whom I have a love-hate relationship.
It's difficult to fathom how I feel for this posting.
But it's pretty darn amazing sometimes.
And pretty bloody ridiculous at other times.
It's a bittersweet experience, but there is always something to be grateful for.
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