Woke up after a weekend spent on the sick bed, nearly late for work, grandma in the kitchen all bright and early, wifey just finding her bearings after a restless night.
I pack up my work bag and sit for devotion with the family, mini me is still fast asleep. I go to lay out my clothes for the day, wifey is almost ready for work, my phone rings: there was a delivery overnight, baby needs special attention. I give directions on management, end the call and walk into the bathroom while I see wifey fully dressed and ready to set out. Mini me still fast asleep.
While washing up, I hear grandma calling for us to come have breakfast. Wifey is packed and ready to go but I’m still drying up, pleading for her to spare a few minutes so I can drop her off. She decides to set off with the probability that I pick her up before she gets public transportation.
Finally, I’m ready for work, food packed, bag on shoulder, keys in hand. I say my goodbyes to grandma and mini me (still sleeping) and walk to the car. I start the engine and drive out at 8:05AM.
I pick up wifey close by just as she is about to get on the public vehicle, drop her off part ways to work and head to mine.
I enter the hospital to attend to both mother and child in the ward, after which I conclude they’d benefit from specialists’ review. The child is seen and management is going on well. I find myself in the procedure room assisting the specialist fix a cervical laceration. While I am on that, another emergency is brought in, severely ill from an ongoing asthmatic attack, the husband raining fire on all across his path, the MD calms him down and attends to the patient.
I’m out of the procedure room, attend to a number of patients waiting and finally I get a break to sit and eat my packed breakfast.
It’s 11:40AM.
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