It was a rainy Tuesday when I woke up. After breakfast, my heels cant seem to rest on its own seems like i have to keep on roaming the whole house as if waiting for something to happen, lo and behold, my my favorite shoe strap snapped!!! I have a 12-hour shift for the whole day and thank God He didnt let me leave the house. Otherwise i would have to deal with that at work. So i got into my other white shoe,then hit the road. Driving along Aurora Blvd isn't much of a breeze with all the stop lights and jeepneys. At 5:15 am slow and buxxing jeepneys were surrounding me. Some were even cutting me on the road. I got passed Edsa and went to the other side of Aurora BLVD, here comes my dilemma, there were two roads in front of me which i have absolutely no idea which on t choose. So, I stopped right smack in the middle of them. It was raining, more buzzing jeepneys were pointing at me (good thing it was raining so i wont be bothered much of there howling buzzes). I called my dad twice but no respond. I was thinking of calling off from work. Too worried I might be lost and be late. I opend the window and shouted at the stout man. I asked which road goes to Betty-Go, "Betty-Go ano?" He has absolutely no idea where Betty-Go is. I panicked all the more. I asked where does these two roads go, he answered, one is going to Sta. Mesa the other to Espana. Its isnt the perfect day and time to go road mapping on where am heading especially at 5:30 am, raining, first day at new work location, and for a lady driver like me. Anything can happen here. I asked again, "which road goes to Gilmore?" He doesnt know!! What kind of a bystander is he anyway? So I asked again, which road is going to Aurora Blvd where? I kid you not, he doesn't know! For a second there, I closed my window, hit the first gear and turned my wheel to the left and went up the flyover. Then everything went clear. I was now under the trains shelter. What does it mean? Im at the right path. then i carefully drove to look for a building with a "Dialysis Center" on it. I found it and parked in front it. I want to pat myself in the back for a job well done. Thank God again for that, He probably felt my fear and took the driver seat from me. Getting in the building I wanted to share that experience to everyone even to the guard, but of course my friendly friends werent there to tell me, good job or wow that was so frightening, thats so brave of you, yada yada... So I got there and realized my day is just about to start. Remember it s a 12-hour shift.
How was the 12-hour shift? Tiring, but its dialysis, which i love and am passionate about. However, it'll be new set of protocols, new patients and of course new people to work with. That's where the challenge comes in, and its exciting!
We may be used to the things we have been doing, but its not an excuse to be over familiar with everyday redundancy, rather we must be more expectant of any circumstance that may come its way and treat it as a surprise that can change our view. Add spice, it adds on to life =)