#oneofthedays

This is one of the few days when I feel like writing. I don’t know. I’ve been feeling lots of emotion lately I cant even comprehend what’s real and what’s not. I have been feeling tired, sore, restless for a couple of days but I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, loved, even so much appreciated on the other hand.

Blame it on my upcoming period that caused my imbalances---- or not.

Blame it on the days I feel so tired at work, especially these dengue months. 8 day MOD and 5 Night Duties catering more than 200 patients in the hospital--- out-patients not included. Do the mathematics. Do the ratio. Then, tell me.

Tell me if I don’t have all the reason to rant, To feel tired., To demand more hours of sleep, To feel sore----- I definitely have all the reason to.

But that is not the kind of feeling one must entertain when working with lives. We don’t have any other choice but to get ourselves together and focus on the reality that one mistake would equal much more than JUST a mistake. Cause lets face it----- it’s always a matter of life and death.

Wrong laboratory results = Wrong diagnosis = Mistreatment = Demise

We are not JUST LABORATORY GUYS MOST declare. But I will not try to tell you everything we do apart from just drawing blood, and having to take care of your urine and stool samples---- there are more to that and if I will try to enumerate it all to you, a whole blank page will never be enough. So I will just try to tell you that, don’t judge what we do neither tell us everything is just an easy task—cause I tell you, its not.

Some days we feel really tired but make us remember the reason we are in this line of job. Encourage us when we feel like giving up. Enlighten us of the role we are playing when we feel like out of place, unproductive, useless.