New Hair

14th December (Sunday) - I rushed in with a minute to spare, and everyone took a look at me and said, "Your hair, you cut it." Eh, I touched my fringe, and yeah, I finally had the time to cut it short. It's getting into my eyes and I hate clipping my hair, so just hack it off short. Then everybody asked me how my scope went and according to prof, my gastric mainly occurs because I'm stressed out. (!!!) So my colleagues joked that I cannot be stressed anymore otherwise my gastric will trigger. In a way, yes. (No easy feat)
The same thing goes for my patients. It was in the early morning that we do our bed-making and most of them were the old patients whom I attended to on Friday. They all took a look at me and went, "You cut your hair." What's wrong with my hair??? But now that I think about it, ever since I joined nursing life, everyone forbid me to have short fringe so I had left it out long, but I remember seeing some girls with short fringes. Don't know why I'm always the one getting attacked by the authority, yet others can get away with it.
Even Datin, my regular patient, commented on my hair. "You didn't clip your hair today..." Well, since I cut it short, I felt there's no need to. Now I'm standing out even more than ever. Sigh... I did her dressing as always since she wants me to do it, and since I'm assigned to her, I can't say much. Preparing everything ready and squaring my shoulders, I took 2 hours doing the soaking and dressing as always. I could tell no one is happy about it, because 2 hours for her dressing is insane, with three times a day, it's enough to make anyone go crazy. (Oh prof, why do you have to order three times a day???)
I met an old patient of mine after a long four months. He's an Indonesian who is fluent in Mandarin cause he went to the University of Taiwan and married a Taiwanese lady. He used to stay in the front room and did a TURP. Well, now he came in cause of his knee. Aww, poor him, but he's able to walk around with his walking frame and able to do his own self-hygiene. What surprises me was they saw me that day at the clinic. "You looked rather sick that day, Nurse. Are you okay?" Gosh, I never even noticed my patients were there, because I didn't see him and his wife at the second floor, or maybe I didn't notice. But he was kind enough to query about my health. Nice guy he is.
Today is rather empty with only 9 patients, but even so, I'm occupied with Datin's dressing which means no time for writing. And to top things off, the really mean lady is back again. With her daughter in tow. I definitely remember her, she's the lady who treats me like a maid, and her daughter, the one who has her own clinic in Australia and who claims she's an expert in the hospital. One word: Arrogance. Her old doctor refused to even take her in and passed her to another doctor. To avoid her treating me like a maid, I pretended to be a banana and treat her as a professional instead of trying to build up a friendly relation with her, as I do with my other patients. She's just too impossible.