It has been 6 months since I started housemanship.

Since people started calling me Doctor Nini.

Since I have stopped living for myself and started living for someone else's wives, mothers, sons and daughters.

Nobody gives a fuck about how you feel.
All that matters is you carry out the plans.

Fuck good night sleep.
Fuck eating.
Fuck being tired.

Stop whining. Stop being such a pussy.

Be strong.

Always have a plan B, C, D and all of the alphabets.

Swallow your anger like how their mothers should have swallowed.

Be kind to everyone.

No matter how fucked up your patients are, always be nice to them.

Friends are hard to find. If you found one you can trust, cherish the living shit out of them.

There will be times when you wished the situation happened on the streets and you could just stab them in the neck and watch them bleed to their deaths.

There will be times when you feel like the vessels on your wrists are just waiting to be slit.

There will be times when you feel like you wanna rip their fleshes piece by piece.

But there are also times when people thank you for your hard work and sacrifices

When your patients remembered how you nice you were to them.

When you've successfully coaxed a crying child.

When the baby you cared, that you were belittled, insulted and got mad for finally left her incubator and was allowed discharge.

Deal with disappointments and conflicts rationally.

No matter how angry you are, stay calm, be kind but murder them in your mind.


That's fucking all.

It has been 6 months since I started housemanship.

Since people started calling me Doctor Nini.

Since I have stopped living for myself and started living for someone else's wives, mothers, sons and daughters.

Nobody gives a fuck about how you feel.
All that matters is you carry out the plans.

Fuck good night sleep.
Fuck eating.
Fuck being tired.

Stop whining. Stop being such a pussy.

Be strong.

Always have a plan B, C, D and all of the alphabets.

Swallow your anger like how their mothers should have swallowed.

Be kind to everyone.

No matter how fucked up your patients are, always be nice to them.

Friends are hard to find. If you found one you can trust, cherish the living shit out of them.

There will be times when you wished the situation happened on the streets and you could just stab them in the neck and watch them bleed to their deaths.

There will be times when you feel like the vessels on your wrists are just waiting to be slit.

There will be times when you feel like you wanna rip their fleshes piece by piece.

But there are also times when people thank you for your hard work and sacrifices

When your patients remembered how you nice you were to them.

When you've successfully coaxed a crying child.

When the baby you cared, that you were belittled, insulted and got mad for finally left her incubator and was allowed discharge.

Deal with disappointments and conflicts rationally.

No matter how angry you are, stay calm, be kind but murder them in your mind.


That's fucking all.