3rd September (Wednesday) - Sooo tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. Not during work. I was hyped up for work, as for the tied part, I'll get onto that. Okay, everyone knows how my routine goes now. Sponging, bed-making, doctor's rounds, call bells, observations, admissions. Alright. Now off the blog.
Sponging as always, because of shortage of staff, an attendant and I worked together on sponging on... you guessed it, our good ol' uncle. Today is also his birthday, which means... Happy Birthday uncle. Hope you get well soon.
Then after the usual sponging/ bed-making labour, we were all given a small little pack of nasi lemak. I just shrugged, doubting I wouldn't get one, but I was surprised to see that there's one for me as well, and the Sister and everyone else ordered me to eat as soon as I'm free, because once the profs come for their rounds, they come. So off I went to eat and holy, it's super spicy. God knows what's in the sambal, but after the huge curry-phobia incident, I dumped the sambal into the bin and only ate the rice with the egg. There's no need for another round of another embarassing moment of diarrhea and stomach cramps. Then I asked them who gave the nasi lemak and they answered a long term patient. Hmm...
Doctor's rounds, sadly, I am unable to follow any, although I did tons of admissions and call bells, and when the time is right, vital signs. I went to the first room and the long term patient greeted me and asked whether I had my breakfast. Thank the Lord I remembered it was him who gave us our breakfast so I thanked him graciously for the breakfast and he said it was not trouble at all. Then he asked me how was it, and i honestly answered, "Spicy..." And he laughed and said that yesterday he gave to the night duty girls and it wasn't spicy enough, so he asked for more sambal for today. Then I told him my face went all red and he said, "But didn't you feel so much better after eating it?" And I answered yes, cause it kept me warm for an hour or so.
After all of the vital signs checking, I was feeling a little beat so I was about to go and sit down and stretch a little but then I got called to send a patient down. With everyone busy on their doctor's rounds, I took the patient down and his uncle and him are nice people. They chatted non-stop about the nursing service and somehow I ended up involve in the conversation. The patient is already in his mid 40's and he's single, and somehow he asked me whether I was married, and I went, "No..." Then he asked whether I have a boyfriend. And I went, "No..." Then the uncle asked whether I'll get married, and I answered, "Not very soon, but I'm waiting for the right person to come." And then they nodded and said nowadays people seemed to think marriage/ commitment is nothing but a game, with divorce rates rocketing sky high. Even though we onlu just met, they were friendly people and before parting, the uncle asked me whether I want to hook up with his son, "Bachelors in Accounting." As he put it. I just gave a shrug and he said, "Ah... I get it. You nurses are waiting for your doctors to come." And I gave a smile and said politely, "It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he has a stable job and a good heart." Then we finally parted ways.
Admissions, not many are eager to do, so I took them up. Nothing eventful much, but I think I'm getting a hang of it. Just need to figure out some of the system flow and charges and I'll be good to go. Oh, and we received a large order of KFC from a kind doctor who saw all of us working hard to the bone and I was even given some due to there's too many food and if no one eats it, it'll all go to a waste. Now my tummy is all round like a bean and I'm tired. Good night.
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