While driving along the North-South highway towards hometown Ipoh, this humble thought came to me: Should not I count myself blessed that there is work waiting for me everyday, every morning I wake up?
Is it not the envy of others that you are so needed during the nights you are on call - where nurses from various wards are asking for your help, your attention, your professional advice.
That the ministry unfailingly deposit money into your bank account every month on time?
That you are in a position to do so much good and ease so much pain?
Sayang, I should stop complaining, smile more often in the wards to my patients, to my boss, to my nurses. I should spend more nights studying, so that I can make better decisions, make less mistakes, and be more satisfied with myself.
Goodness, I am supposed to be living my dream. This was my ambition, this was what my friends and I worked so hard for.
Stop complaining, count my blessing and do my very best!
*W.I.B is the personal blog of fooji. He works for the ministry of health seven days a week, skips his breakfast and looks forward to a good dinner at the end of the day.
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