3 years ago,I celebrated my birthday in the hospital. A friend gave birth at Maternity Hospital and my ex-bf’s nephew was confined in another Hospital. I was sort of jumping from one hospital to the other as I was the one taking care of them. My birthday came on the following day. At 6am,I rushed into the hospital after my bf texted me that his nephew was being resuscitated by the medical team. 15 minutes later, I was witnessing to a lifeless body being rescued by the hopeless doctors. The patient didn’t survive.I could just emphatize on how my bf and patient’s family feeling that day. He died on my birthday.
One hour later, I found myself in the blood bank. My friend who gave birth needed 2 units of blood. She had lost much blood during the delivery.Whoah! The line was too long! I began to panic. The doctor’s order was clear-ASAP! I used all my charms and finally I was able to have those bloods on my my hand. Blood transfusion started as soon as I arrived in my friend’s bed. What a relief!
At 7pm, I went home. Tired and exhausted. I had a long busy day. I almost forgot it was my birthday. I wasn’t even able to go to the church on that day. I felt terribly sad and lonely.Alone in my dark room, as I was about to cry, my cellphone beeped. It was a birthday greeting from my spanish missionary friend. I shared with him my feelings and emotions on that day. His reply struck me and even made me realize that I WAS BORN TO BE NURSE.
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