Dr Wong offered, "MC? Two days?" (Yes pleeease..?) But no, i graciously refused, refuting that an extra day of rest would be much too excessive. Liar, liar, pants on fire. To which, Mom and Dad tsk-ed. "You want me to kick you? He gave you two days, just take it!" Straight from the horses' mouth.

Min texted me earlier. She's down with eczema. Status: One day sick leave. Dys texted me too, only to ask me to check her schedule for this week. Min said she's got "red eye". Conjunctivitis again, i suppose. Status: Referred to Eye Centre. Sick leave x ? days. People would be talking - all three junior orthopaedic nurses are down on the same day. Can you hear it, what does it say?

I'm trying hard not to think about it but i'm really going back to work tomorrow. It didn't start out bad, but it's going the wrong way now. Test of faith is necessary, just as bad days are inevitable. But nasty attitudes? Now those are redundant. But those are the very things that exist in surplus, and which sets the tone for the rest of the time i'm there among the seniors.

Halim said the mind is a powerful tool, far more than twenty ill-will, foul-tempered people at my workplace. But this constant battle is tiring me out, having to psych myself everytime before i step into the hospital. I'm staying just to serve the bond. Since time flies when you're enjoying yourself, then i'd probably have to do the unthinkable and psych myself into enjoying this work (the horror!), just so three years will be gone in the blink of an eye.

Where i'd be going after that is nobody's guess, but where i'd ended up at is another matter altogether. I plan, God decide. I pray, God listens. I hope, money will fall into my lap. I wish.

I have about ten hours of rest before i make my grand re-entrance tomorrow. And six days to Thomday. Thomday, another godsend. Hopefully a stepping stone too. Insya'Allah.