Dirty Zone!

Feeling exhausted... At last, I am all alone now. I invited some guests to my hostel simply because I wanted to fellowship with them. We, once, worked very closely together, but as time has passed, we are now working independently in God's ministry.

Banky is the very first African which I am very closed with. We used to spend our nights by the side of the computers, editing the videos we had. Daniel, a guy who is actually older than me but treating me as an older sister, who I respect for his commitments in learning and growing. Ebony, a brand new friend. =)

Though I was tired of working on call the previous night in the hospital, I really wanted to make this fellowship a good one. So, I did all I can. =) I don't think my cooking was nice but I really love having them as my guests. Thanks for coming, guys!

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Recalling the days just before I came over to Moscow for my medical study, there were people rejoicing with me, simply being excited; there were people questioning me......

"Do you know that being a doctor, you have to do all kinds of dirty works?"

Indeed, she was right. Being a doctor do sound great, having a title "Dr." before you name and "MBBS" or "MD" following your name. However, many times, you have to get your hands on the works that neither a normal businessman nor a teacher will ever do. For example, treating a patient with infectious disease that you might get infected easily.

Did I regret getting into medical faculty ever since? NO!

From the very basic I learned, I learned from the nurses. From doing injections till mopping the floor and throwing the rubbish into the dumping place which smells at least 10 m away. Imagine the boredom that might fill you when every time you step into the hospital you know you are going to face people's buttocks, count the used needles, mop the floor, do enema, withdraw the gastric juices mixed with half-dissolved food and so on. You simply just a living machine!

However, from the same works I did, I learned. I learned cleaning the place as if it's my own room. I learned injecting with minimum feelings of pain. I learned withdrawing stuffs from the wound with full attention.

The more you do, is not an excuse for doing more mistakes due to boredom, but to practice more frequent to make your works perfect.

I am, indeed, very tired, but I enjoyed working there because I learned a lot from working. It'll sharpen my character, I hope.