Return to earth!

The ice melting returns to water, I return to earth...

I crossed over the ice on the footpath; The ice fled from the bag which someone broke accidentally a few minutes ago. I was gonna do the shopping right after work.

The weather is dry and hot,...though it seems better recently. Looking at the melting ice, it gave me kind of the impression of being in the heat! The fact is that something was over, after all, the silly thoughts once remained, I remember; as the period of time I stayed at Winton last year, to do my four-week placement. From Mt Isa to Winton, it took eight hours or so to get there by coach since I was assigned to work in Winton, the very only community pharmacy there.

This is what I said in the reflective daily log book last year:

It is at seven mins past five...Since being in the sun over the last three days, I have got kind of suntan; while in the sun, my skin became more sensitive than before...a sensation of heat...heat......heat.

Maybe I’m just not suited to remote work. I’m not social self-sufficient and do need my friends and family somehow. I can’t pick myself up and move my life in an instant without pining for something intangible that I’m not really even sure of. There is a bit of a rollercoaster that goes on in the pit of my stomach when faced with social isolation. It comes in overwhelming waves of loneliness that are always a little unexpected and appear just when I am walking along the long roads with no ends. Indeed I only have myself to rely on the next step is to pick myself but back up, brush off the sand and dust, and thus carry on until next time.

And that’s about how it goes. In the central of Queensland on a 43 degree celsius day when sleep doesn’t come easily, the air-conditioning doesn’t work well!:( and few shops in town only, funny thing is that they close before five, none opens on weekends but the supermarket on Saturday morning. The pharmacy close (as the time I finish my work) and they close...
I need food, oh! come on...need to ask a favour of the hospital kitchen to spare me some food, or I am dying, otherwise.

Now I need to get used to this similar environment; fortunately, the weather is getting cool now and besides, most importantly, my colleagues themselves are helpful, for at least I have bad chances to do works properly. Professional standards somehow is to emerge in relation to the development of both working protocols and enthusiasm for works; responsible for me, and responsible for others.

On the path?! I am, and I will be!
That is a promise, not for someone else,.. but myself.:)