Humble Bert

Okay, heres something about the volunteer night on monday. I was left alone again. DAMN you Colin Newman. It was a busy night, with some Chinese patients. On one hand I had to clear up the triage area, on the other hand I had to interpret for the Cantonese/Mandarin speaking patients.

Two special things happened that night. Since it was a really hot night, I wore skirts. Nurse Julie saw my bandit on my knee. She asked me what happened and I told her about the exudates coming out of the wound and the bandit was stuck there. I fricking got injured under the knee pad. What's the point of wearing the knee pad then?? Anyways, she told me what to do and slipped a polysporin into the pocket of my volunteer vest. She is super nice. omg...... it's probably because I haven't had anybody cares about me with this kind of tiny things for such a long time. I don't think my mom would care when I get scratches like that. aww.... that was so sweet.

Hm... when I was trying to take a wheelchair for a patient, somebody was saying hi to me. It was the nurse who I talked to last time. His name is Humberto. Everybody calls him Bert. Last time I asked him about the difference between pronation and supination. The only reason I picked him to ask is I completely thought he was a doctor. The ward clerk told me he was a nurse. I didn't believe cos he completely has what a doctor is supposed to have. Doctors are cute and smart (so not fair). So, there you go, the next week, he was working out in the triage area, with me lol. I heard too many good stories about him. Joan, another ward clerk, told me that he is a very good man, good heart, humble, hardworking. I was like wow, the wardclerk last week said the same. Hm..interesting. Gotta find an anagram for his name. It's a challenge though.