Monday, March 05, 2018

imperfect moon

I never stay long in ward. Every time after finished doing my stuff I left without looking back. I clerk one patient in a day, without any desire or interest to do anything more. Sometimes I grab chance to do injection or draw blood. Most of the time I don't stay there more than 2 hours. When I look at patients I don't feel the empathy I felt on the very first day I stepped foot into government hospital when I was doing attachment back in A-level days. I blocked emotions. I act as if I don't care. I live without thinking. I'm not proud of me. I wonder if there is one day when I stop running away.

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