Every day I tell patients to take rest.Every day I don’t.
I stand for hours, walk between wards, chase files, hold limbs, take vitals, listen to people cry, yell, vomit, break down.Then I come back, and the only thing left in me is the ability to scroll in silence.No time to process. No energy to eat properly.
It’s not always tragic.
It’s just constant.
This job doesn’t ask if you’re okay.It asks if you’re available.And somehow, we always are
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