Back Again

28th May (Saturday) - Oh yeah, I'm back, after that last post. Regarding my long hiatus, it was because my internet modem was blasted by lightning, and the maintenance people told me that they will come after a month. One whole month... Sigh, I've been trying to use the outside wifi but for blogging purpose, it's not so great with handphone, especially when it keeps getting hanged like mine. And I don't really like lugging my lappy around outside due to safety reasons. A split drink means absolute disaster for any electronic items. I know certain authors like Cassandra Clare (Mortal Instruments) and J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) tends to go out to write in coffee shops and such, but I prefer the comfort of my own room, but occasionally if I do feel need the urge to go out and look for ideas, I bring my lappy, along with my art kit which consist of my sketchbook, 6B pencils and colour pencils.
Work was the same as usual, but lately I've been seeing the bad side of people more and more. There was an incident of a patient with a title who kept using her title to bully us, a patient who is an absolute nightmare, who is extremely rude and demands discounts despite the fact that she's a highly-educated person, a guy who kept complaining about our process, some who twist their stories and got us into trouble with the doctors, oh, never-ending stories. Whew, it's not easy being in servicing job.
Recently I've been getting snickered by others who claimed that being a clinic nurse is a pathetic job. Well, I'm sorry that I'm not in fancy jobs such as operating theaters and the wards. But read back in my previous posts and you will know that I did work in the ward, which unfortunately things did not turn out well. Some people actually said, "You're pathetic. You have no future." Is that so? I got a friend who worked in clinic for many years and where is she now? In the Middle East. She proved that even though she has been a clinic nurse from the day she started working, she had managed to achieve her goal of going to the Middle East. I've been in the clinic for more than a year and I did learn a lot. Of course people laughed and said everything is about dressing, dressing, dressing, but that's just one part of it. What about handling all the patients that come in before they are admitted? After they are discharged, they often come back for dressings. The advice that we give them? And the doctors, we have to deal with them everyday, not like in the ward where you just handle them for their rounds.  I still haven't developed a thick skin yet, according to my doctor. He said, "You're not pathetic, you're just a slow bloomer, but that doesn't mean you're not as good as any of them."
I had never been one to be scared of glass, but a large cut across my thumb had scarred me, not to the point where I hate glass phials, but more to the point of unable to break it unconsciously. I've been training myself whenever there's an injection that needs to be done, but the only ones I managed to break successfully were Voltaren phials. Shincort and Vitamin B12 are fifty-fifty, but I couldn't afford that, because if my friends are not around, who is going to assist in the procedures? Luckily my friends and some of the doctors were urging me to overcome my phobia by using a gauze so that I don't cut my fingers. But in a worse case scenario like emergency, I may have to break it by hand, but we'll come to that part in time.
Overall, most of the days were rotten, but there were good days too, like meeting up with my old doctor, friends, and de-stressing by going for R & R. And slowly I'm getting to know my doctors as well, all their little quirks and habits.
Now, back to writing, and hopefully for more updates..