The first job

Making my way in through the corridor
Already feeling the adrenaline rush
Once in, pen on paper
Ears wide open to histories
Hands working craftily at examination
Breaking drug ampoules by their neck
Ripping out syringes from their polythene packaging
Drawing blood, filling in forms
On my toes, one end to another
One patient to another
Admitting some, convincing some and discharging some.

End of my shift
Walking out through the corridor, I have a wide smile plastered on my exhausted face
I thank God for making me choose Medicine as my profession

~ my life in the Emergency Department.