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When I heard people say that sometimes they get too tired to even eat, I scoff. I scoff because eating is a pleasure. Slurping up a piece of noodle is a pleasure. Slicing through a perfectly cooked steak is a pleasure. Buttering up a piece of crunchy toast is a pleasure. I scoff because I didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel so tired that you would deny yourself the gratifying act of eating.  Well now I silently apologize for all those times I spent scoffing, thinking that it was just another excuse for being on a [sometimes unnecessary] diet. Truth be told I would rather swap three warm meals a day for an uninterrupted 3 hours of sleep, where I don’t have to think about which kid’s PRC transfusion is coming up next, whose heart rate should be monitored post Doxorubicin-drip, or, as of recent events, about chiding looks after the verbal throw-down with the nurses about…respective responsibilities when it comes to patient care. You’d think being around all these children will revive you somewhat, but being greeted with wails and cries of “I don’t want to!“s, “go away!“s or “it hurts!” every morning as you pass through the door before you even so much as to say hello, well…let’s just say it can be very trying to your sanity.

When I heard people say that sometimes they get too tired to even eat, I scoff. I scoff because eating is a pleasure. Slurping up a piece of noodle is a pleasure. Slicing through a perfectly cooked steak is a pleasure. Buttering up a piece of crunchy toast is a pleasure. I scoff because I didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel so tired that you would deny yourself the gratifying act of eating. 

Well now I silently apologize for all those times I spent scoffing, thinking that it was just another excuse for being on a [sometimes unnecessary] diet. Truth be told I would rather swap three warm meals a day for an uninterrupted 3 hours of sleep, where I don’t have to think about which kid’s PRC transfusion is coming up next, whose heart rate should be monitored post Doxorubicin-drip, or, as of recent events, about chiding looks after the verbal throw-down with the nurses about…respective responsibilities when it comes to patient care.

You’d think being around all these children will revive you somewhat, but being greeted with wails and cries of “I don’t want to!“s, “go away!“s or “it hurts!” every morning as you pass through the door before you even so much as to say hello, well…let’s just say it can be very trying to your sanity.

   
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  12. scout said: well, as someone who spent a large chunk of their childhood in and out of hospitals for various heart and back ailments, i can only say your work sounds exhausting but that i couldn’t be more grateful. hope you get to eat for pleasure very soon.
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