Today is my second shift. I'm planning to journal every notable thing I discover or experience in the sanatorium as a memoir.
I'm writing to cherish my memories of my first professional job until I transfer to many other opportunities.
Today, I noticed that Patient 069 experienced nausea at midnight which caused her to lack sleep. I gave her a permission slip to go to the pharmacy and take her medications. Surprisingly, her experience wasn't uncommon. No wonder my co worker always ordered them to clean their beds everyday.
