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Boredom
Another thing happened when I decided to give up Dr. Pong’s, that is, aside from my nights becoming incredibly long; I started to feel sad.
The more real patients I saw in the white area of the clinic, the worse I felt. Okay, not the man who came in complaining of diarrhea, but children and couples, people who were scared, they needed to see someone now and they couldn’t wait around at the clinic where they lived. The pain, the distress, the fear would make them come downtown and I could treat them. I started to dread going home. Those twelve hours I was away from the clinic were the longest twelve hours. I saw no one. I simply went to my condo, sat in my chair, fed myself, tried to not think about things. The day was long, the nights longer.
Through my time at the clinic, I
