Back to work

The first two days back to work were at M floor. The most joyful thing happened would be having a chance to meet a patient from RMD. She was 93 years old and she recognized me. I could talk to her freely about everything. And I can hold her hands and wish her good luck. It was the first day I returned to the K4 dungeon today. I didn't look forward to it, just tried to take it easy, seeing patients one by one. I think Thomas PaPa was kinda freaked out the first time he saw my tears off my eyes. But when it happened again today, he calmly sat in front of the computer, joking with the supporting staff. I was so glad that he gave me a moment to gather my thought with the sea of blue folders. With the tears, I ran for my Marks & Spencer Viennese Double Chocolate Sandwich. Thomas PaPa comforted me by the recognition of a can of Coke Cola in the fridge, and shared with me my anti depressin. He said, "I need to help you a bit because it seems like you can't control yourself (appetite-wise). " Thanks so much Thomas PaPa. I don't even wanna talk about what happened at the dungeon because it gave me severe headache, and wonder why people have to be so difficult to deal with, or why things have to be that complicated. Lord, I certainly cannot handle this without You. Please Please Please, stay with me and carry me through. Mucho Gracias!