Still sound like a rocker. I mean the hoarnessness of my voice. Still coughing.Try to doze myself with Rhinathiol hoping the sedative effect of Promethazine will keep me asleep but I guess my conscience have won this time. Maybe I'm still in the midst of transition. Well, it always happened. First day of the week, always a confusion in working area. Mind you, it's a clinical area. I feel helpless. I'm a nurse yet, I can't even take care of myself. I'm carrying my sickness forward since last week. I don't have choice. More rest? hopefully..No matter how tiring I am, I will still hold on to my principle. To get my personal stuff done before I shut my eyes. Quiet time?Checked! Check mails? Checked! Blogging? Checked! Update planner?Checked!..
Some people might be thinkng how silly I am, spending time to blog. Could be stupid but I feel relieve. Because, sometimes in reality, you can't just say what you want. Really. You can't,even if you wanted too. You just wish that person to stay happy..
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