I love Monday morning.
The smell of freshly brewed black coffee at the nurses counter.
The yelling and shouting of few delirious elderly patients with pneumonia.
The sight of new drug overdosed young patients with charcoal-stained ryles tube stucked up their nose and hanged near the greater curvature of their stomach.
The chaotic scene of running housemen taking up blood and filling in radiology forms.
The nebulous yet sweet scent of ulcerating diabetic foot ulcers from bed 1 to the unmistakable malaenic odour in the last bed at the end of the ward.
How can one not love Monday!
4 comments:
boom de yada boom de yada
No, it is Sunday that we love here.
Mahatma Ghandi said, where there is life, there is love... or was it the other way around.
Tea: Good show matey.
Good show.
Al-Manar: I drink to that.
DwD: Did Mohandas said that? He said a lot of things didn't he.
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