I had a horrible call yesterday.

It came to a point where all I wanted was for the havoc to stop, so that I have time to break down and cry.

My right arm is officially broken now, from doing too many caesars and suturing up too many perineal tears.

It hurts.

A lot.

To the point where the numbness turns to pain.



But I am grateful.

Grateful for the times where my mom forced me to use the scissors with my right hand. And for the midwives who taught me how to suture with my right as well.

And now, I do caesars with my right hand, and I stand on the right, like everyone else.

But I write with my left hand.

So yes, many has told me that I'm one confused kid.

But it just makes me grateful that after doing caesars one after another, I can still write, because I am ambiguous.

So I'm thankful, and blessed, with this gift.

And though my right arm is falling off now, I can still do my work. Haha.

That, is what I call a blessing.

And with this blessing, maybe that's why I chose to do what I do.

And as much as I wanted to scream last night, I still like my job (90% of the time, anyway. The other 10% I still think I'm nuts.)

Now let me go nurse my broken arm.

Tomorrow, will be another long, long day.

Argh.


- jess, left AND right handed -