ChandlerGrateful that the day was finally over, I made my way to the parking lot of Helen Joseph Hospital. My body ached from the job’s physical toll, a deep yawn escaped my lips, and my eyes burned with the fatigue of another relentless shift.It had been a day like any other in the hospital—an endless stream of patients, high-stakes decisions, and the emotional strain of navigating life and death.All I could think about was sinking into a hot bath, feeling the warmth ease the tension in my muscles, and letting out a long, tired sigh.Despite the exhaustion, despite the stress, I couldn’t deny that I loved my work. I lived for the adrenaline rush when a critical patient arrived, the quiet joy when a treatment plan clicked into place, and those rare, intimate moments of connection with patients that reminded me why I’d chosen this path.Many of my colleagues were eager to leave the country, chasing better opportunities abroad. I understood the appeal. They were worn down by the unde
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