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Date: 23.07.2009
Time: Post-Call 36 hours
Weather: Raining heavily
Problem List/ Chief Complains:
1. Menstrual Day 1
2. + a terrible headache
3. + temperature spiking
4. + a really bad call...
5. + a really, really, discouraging, demotivating, spirit-breaking, on-call MO
i thought things could never get worse,
but it did...
Let me shared an old poem with you by Emily Dickinson.
Perhaps, it could best express the dark feelings in me...
together, let's say a silent prayer...
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out,--
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that,--
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign,--
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
Time: Post-Call 36 hours
Weather: Raining heavily
Problem List/ Chief Complains:
1. Menstrual Day 1
2. + a terrible headache
3. + temperature spiking
4. + a really bad call...
5. + a really, really, discouraging, demotivating, spirit-breaking, on-call MO
i thought things could never get worse,
but it did...
Let me shared an old poem with you by Emily Dickinson.
Perhaps, it could best express the dark feelings in me...
together, let's say a silent prayer...
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out,--
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that,--
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign,--
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
-by Emily Dickinson
I read that poem before. It was nice, no wonder the title looks so familiar. I like that poem... ^^
ReplyDeletethis is so nostalgic. If it weren't for you, I would have buried this poem we once had to read in english class, thx :)
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i had to fill in another death certificate that day... it was an awful day for me... i thought the poem expressed the feelings in me best... dark, melancholic in a way...
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