Do the right thing. It's what people I really admire believe in, and it's one of the hardest things to do.

Work starts at 4.30 and ends at 9 on a good day. Today was the first time in a week we got to eat lunch. We don't get breathing space in between. And the things we have to deal with aren't easy. One of my patients crashed today.

So when you're tired, it's 6PM and you started work yesterday 4.30,you spent the night accumulating psychological scars, and now you're trying to do something but trouble happens and your voice starts to rise together with hysteria.

And you have to keep it together. You have to do not just your job, which is the bare minimum, but the right thing, which is to care, to have empathy, to understand that people who are sick are also scared  anxious, and at what feels like one of the lowest points in their lives.

You have to be patient when you're so tired you start to fall asleep when you stop moving for more than 3 minutes. You have to be gentle when you're so sore you get up from a chair in stages. You have to give a shit when you've already had to sacrifice things that matter to you. You know this isn't worth it. Nothing could be worth this.

The only thing that keeps us going is probably the people around us. People who are just as tired, hanging back till 9 to help you out. People who give you random hugs. People who look you in the eye and ask you if you're alright. People who are there for you.

Above all people who do the right thing, and show us that... It's not our patient's fault that we're going through this. And our duty is above all to them. I guess.