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a better day

I was offered a lift into work this morning. A friend from choir had a meeting near my hospital, which meant coffee and heating and good conversation and Radio 4 and a tiny sleep in. That made a lovely change from the freezing cold early train and the hike up a big hill at the end of it.

And then I answered a question on the ward round, had one of the F1s make me tea and teach me how to prescribe vancomycin and gentamicin and warfarin, passed my first NG tube, and was complimented on my examination technique by a consultant surgeon.

That's the thing about bad days.

They end.



Mar. 3rd, 2011 01:22 am (UTC)
That's the thing about bad days.

They end.

And thank the gods for that!! :)
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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