Like most people i liked gifts. Be it a simple key chain or an expensive gadget doesn't matter at all. Like they say its the thought that counts.
Last night was another one of those nights when i got really tired from work. I don't usually complain or ask help from anybody if i can do the job alone. I prefer to be alone when it comes to my task at hand and I would rather do even the heaviest lifting than hear you refuse or whine over my asking for your help. Although extra hands are always welcome i am simply not the type who takes rejection lightly.
I know as a habit as soon as they knew that I am going to be on duty they are already calculating how many heavy patients can they put me on to handle. And when I say "heavy" doesn't necessarily mean physically heavy. . Like in most cases, they assign me to patients who has "mental problems" therefore i would be taking care of things imagined by the patient both animate and inanimate. I'm not a psych nurse and I'm not good in psychology but i don't know why i alway's end up with people like these. Maybe they thought since i am sort of mental myself... putting one paranoid patient to another paranoid caregiver is a funny idea. Like maybe we could compare notes?? duh, so lame.
Now, lets go back to the happy news I've been talking about earlier.
A patient gave me a gift.
And i mean not just a gift.
Its a swatch irony.
now the bastards are sour graping.
and by the way the patient is not mental or anything. Only me this time..
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