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sottovoce

I love flowers.
I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises.
I'm dainty and ambitious; really.
I nurse others.
There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.


only me



N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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reminders

- Dine at Tiffany Cafe & Restaurant at Furama
- Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie

my past

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credits

Blogskin done by 16thday with image from Taringa .




Sunday, September 28, 2008

An Experience.

I feel like shopping. But all I do is work and go home, work and go home. I can't even think of going shopping after work when all I can think of is "I have work tomorrow". Which just leads to a sinking and exhausting feeling.

For a couple of weeks already, every day as I go to work, I pass by Dorothy Perkins and there, on this headless mannequin, is a very nice plaid shirt and a thick belt wrapped around the waist. How I've always thought of just stepping into the shop and take a closer look at that top. But I hardly ever do a detour just before going to work, even if I'm early.

I wanna order some things from Forever21.com. Anyone wants something from there too? Save some from the shipping costs?

Anyway, I realized working in a place full of children does things to you and your uniform. Since I've worked in CE, I've had drool, vomit, medicine, snot, blood, and tears on my face, uniform, and shoes. I've even got one or ten pairs of footprints on the pants of my uniform when the kids kick and scream while I prick their fingers and squeeze several drops of their blood into a tiny tube. Good thing the one time I was holding a child of a few months old down to help with the suctioning, he wasn't wearing shoes. Or else I would have black prints on my chest too. Though, of course, I did suffer some discomfort from my boobs being kicked by his tiny feet.

And recently, I had to assist in feeding this small kid activated charcoal because he ingested iodine. Charcoal is black. And it's in liquid form. I prepared myself by wearing an apron and gloves. After a couple of feeding the sooty liquid to the struggling and crying boy, I realized what I donned on to protect myself was utterly useless. He finally erupted and dark vomit that consisted of some semi-solid curd-like stuff rained down onto my pants and my shoes and seeped in, warming my toes. EWW! Squish, squish I go as I staggered to the toilet and get as much vomit off from me as possible. When I was done, I was soaked from my shins down.

Alright, babes and dudes. I'm outta here to go iron my uniform.

In my own world,
8:01 PM