My ass is seriously hurting. Seriously.
This is the downside of waiting in a hospital lobby. You get to punish your ass by doing nothing other than sitting. Yeah, it’s sad, but not that horrible if you get to see the miserable faces that are walking in the same lobby. It makes you feel ashamed being the complainer when everyone’s being so down. Misery, I have come to believe, is as contagious as the world’s most hated disease.
As I sit here alone, I stare at the busy people. Yes, the nurses try their best to smile, give out jokes to each other and everything. But the family members of the patients that they are accompanying are as sad as a lonely, dripping wet puppy. I think no one could feel as bad as them.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a doctor, as well. I wonder how my life would’ve changed had I pursued that path. I know that one thing’s certain. I would’ve killed my social life, then. I’m not a super sociable person, but I’m not an anti-social, neither. I like to do whatever I want that’s why I’m often being tagged as unpredictable. There are times when I’d kill for a good night out BUT there are times as well when you cant even let me get off my bed.
I wonder if I would have been a little bit different then. Probably I would have been a little more serious with my life. Will I still end up with my boyfriend? Probably not. Being a doctor requires a lot of if responsibilities. A lot more than just saving other people’s lives. I wonder if I would have been able to fulfill all of those things. Again, I think not.
I even suck with just finishing up an old blog entry. How else could I save someone’s life in just a couple of hours? Nah-uh.
