•I had a night shift the other day;
•I hate it;
•I still hate the routine after six
years of working with a night shift almost every week; it deprived of me more
than a sound sleep or time to rest; it is horrible which you can never imagine;
•Things worked out the way I pictured
it would be that day.
•I was busy from the time I got there
until 2 o’clock of the next day,luckily,there was no emergency; when i was about to sleep,a father with a 15-year old child who was
diagnosed as refractory epilepsy for five years came to the office and had a
chat with me;
•he told me that his son was
previously healthy and smart with a caring heart; they had a great
relationship; one day his son had a fever and then following a subtle change of his
character which he didn’t pay much attention to. He was busy with work everyday
and left his son with the grandmother to see the doctor; then he found him
dodged in the corner of the room when he had a visit two days later.
•He could tell that something was
wrong, even though he could not Figure out what exactly it would be; Immediately
his son was sent to our
hospital, while in the waiting room, he failed to recognized his father and ran out of the
room; he fell and struck head on the stone floor out of the blue and never come
to.
•He was admitted to the NICU for
failure of respiration and was discharged 40
days later with a diagnosis of epilepsy;
•He was alive for his heart beats in
the way known as
sinus rhythm, but the brain
stopped working in the right way;
•I had never seen a man cry in front
of me, and he didn’t exactly sit there blowing, but there were definitely tears
welling up in his eyes. He blinked them back the best he could and said he
believed that there was a chance his son might be healthy again. it was slim, but
there was hope, and he would hold on to that hope with everything he got;
he owed it
all to his son;
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