Just ended my night shift with a cath lab activation for ongoing chest pain with ST depressions in the lateral leads. It felt like a good day to save lives (yes, there actually are shit days to save lives - and that’s most days).

Drove home as usual and stopped by the simpang bedok petrol station as usual to pump petrol, the adrenaline from post-night shift leaving me gradually but progressively, as usual.. when my half micro-sleeping eyelids were snapped back awake by the petrol attendant assisting with my payment at the cashier counter:

“You look tired,” she said, “thank you for saving lives.”

Rare, but much needed moment, that I will hold close as secret fuel to keep me from the ever-so-real threat of burning out in the thankless jobs I seem to be attracted to haha. Maybe I secretly enjoy this shit.