My attachment in Ward 55 has finally come to an end...
For 4 weeks many things have happened...
Fights...
Disorentated patients...
Irritable and bloody hell lazy ANs...
My 1st post mortum with the "person" still there...
In this ward...
There is fun...
There is laughter...
There is displease...
There is anger...
There is fear...
There is excitment...
There is sorrows...
But that's not the end...
As long as we have each other...
In our minds and hearts...
For every ending...
Is a new beginning...
Don't you think?
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Next Stop: BABY WARD!!! =P