I woke up this morning to have a talk with God. And to my surprise, He made me laugh when He talked back to me. His words were real, and felt like assuring words from father to son. He knew the thoughts on my mind, the ones I had been etching about the nice girls among the group of friends I’d be spending my weekend of vacation with. I don’t want to stray, I said. He said I didn’t have to, but I should go on and have fun. I did not know that my God had a sense of humor.
It is summer, again. It has been one full year of constant pressure from rigorous college work and clinical rotations. The past five weeks I worked every weekday at the clinic attending to all manner of patient needs: Immunization at Child Health clinic; counseling and discharging of Family Planning methods; health teachings at the wellness clinic; interviews and assessment, medications administration, and tons of wound dressings at the curative clinic; a family case study with a fifty page report follow up on that. It was with much elation that I picked my bag when the clock hit 4:30pm Friday and it was time to head home. It was time for a vacation. Time for some decent rest.
This weekend I intend to have a good time; shut down all cyber activities and enjoy real conversations with real people; pack my bag and head for the coast to feel the rush of ocean wind and water bring cool and comfort to my mind and skin; and hope that when I get back Sunday it will be with a lot of refreshment - enough to last me through the whole of Fall and Spring, perhaps until summer comes around again.
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