Take a Break

In a normal day's work for me, I hardly sit still. Work work work. That's all I do from the minute I clock in till the minute I leave. Just like the well-choreographed dramatics on medical dramas such as Grey's Anatomy, the hectic work continues non-stop just like the neverending patients who come streaming in to the hospital. When the adrenaline's pumping, the hours seem to fly by. Vitals crashing, patients destabilizing, medical staff yelling... never a boring moment that's for sure. Of course, there are brief moments of relaxation that we manage to steal, escaping for a five-minute kit kat break just to catch our breaths but those precious moments come few and far in between.

And then it's back to the madhouse.


Do I look stressed to you?
So when due to a surprising turn of events I find myself given a short spell of relaxation ( blame it on tons of leave backed up for months ) for the past few days, I find myself feeling almost guilty. Blessed miracle it may be but it's starting to make me look bad. Feels kinda weird going to the office to find that there's actually not much work to do apart from twiddling my fingers staring at the clock. I read. I do some paperwork. I check some medical journals. I look up and barely an hour's passed.

I read some more. I check in my locker. I look up again and it's barely ten minutes. Like shouldn't I be breaking my back working hard? Shouldn't I have something for me to do with my hands? Surely there are patients out there who need my help?

Then when I find myself breathing just a bit too hard, I rush to look in the mirror. Surely I haven't turned into a freaking workaholic / adrenaline junkie! One of those insane weirdos who break down when there's no work to be done?

Damn. This is my break. I just gotta relax.