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A second blog. A new look. A fresh start. A new lease. A new voice. A new life.

Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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"Pray for me."

Sometimes, the urge to write just overwhelms me.

I know that it's been sparse. I know that it has gotten to be a lil too whiny, a lil too much bitching.

Maybe that's why I don't write so often anymore.

Because this is my life. And it is whiny. And painful to read. And even more painful to bear.

So why spread the pain?

Because misery loves company, that's why.



My greatest nightmare came true.

I'm back to paeds, being on loan for two weeks.

And I can't decide which I hate more.... Paeds... or O&G.

Don't get me wrong, both are fun. Without the waking up at 4 am, of course. And the other, without the continuous stress.

Maybe that's why I'm so bitter about both.


I survived 6 days of O&G tagging, barely sleeping much for 144 hours straight.
I survived 4 months of Paeds, waking up at wayyy before the break of dawn every 3-4 days.
And now, I WILL survive 5 straight EOD calls in Paeds.
(EOD = every other day)

Yes, I will.
Ermm... I hope.

Pray for me.

If I survive, I promise I'll write more :)



*hands closed together, all in silent prayer*



-jess, back to Paeds-phobia-

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