It has been 2 weeks ~ of waking up early just to get to the hospital on time, of no hearty breakfast because of the early endorsement that leaves us eating faster so we can carry out thereafter and of perpetual lack of sleep.
Service does not count time. You don’t count the time you have to be in the hospital if it is service that you wanted to extend. You don’t count the time you give or sacrifice if it is service that’s on your mind.
Yes, I admit I get tired and sleepy. 😴 I admit sometimes I feel mad because sleep has now become a rare gem. But that does not mean I am complaining and regretting all the time I have sacrificed in order to be here.
The feeling is satisfying and fulfilling. It made me feel like I have accomplished something worthwhile. I wouldn’t trade any of this for anything.
If I have to go back and do it all over again, I would. 😋