I'm burning in 38.9 degrees celsius. A lump in my throat and my muscles are aching.

I curled up on my bed, hoping to rest but I'm floating in neither 3 zones. Forced the porridge down for the sole reason of medication. I threw up, afterall.

I dragged my feet to work for the 2 patients in the morning. Being a clinican voids my priviledge of being a patient. Efforts weren't recognized, and I was struck with guilt for leaving early. This doesn't happen when I'm working for the board. The striking difference is meeting your kpi, then do things OTOT; versus expectations to always churn out more. More humanity please. Being in a managerial position requires you to deploy compassion and flexibility. I shouldn't have turned up at all.