you control my shiver
I like hospitals. People think that is silly. I love the smell when I enter it, the doctors and nurses, the wheelchairs, the emergency room, stethoscopes, slings on arms. Everyday someone is born in there, dies in there, cured in there. It seems like a special place. I like to dream that I was a part of it somehow. So I watch heaps of medical shows on tv. ER, Chicago Hope, Grey's Anatomy, House, Strong Medicine, Private Practice, anything, to sink my teeth into, just to get the feel of it. I didn't take Biology in school so I felt like I've missed out. Being a doctor seems so cool. When I was little, I loved going to hospitals without thinking that I was actually visiting someone who was sick. You weren't supposed to love the trip. You're supposed to be sad and empathetic. Now that I'm all grown up and my loved one is in there, is in that Critical Care Unit fighting for her life, I don't think I like it anymore.
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cih nash,
saye x bape nk suke hosp sbb bile blik dr hosp trus dmm :(
saye arap ur grand mother akan smpt sembuh..
hosps give me goosebumps. especially the sounds of the trolleys the nurses push in the middle of the night that means my extremely painful antibiotic shot. ugh.
oh im sorry that ur grandma is still in a critical condition.
lets not stop our prayers.
be strong nashrah. :)
yg disayangi akn dipanggil tuk lebih dekat dgn nya. moga bertabah ya sayaang!
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