Yesterday, I scooted hospital. I wanted a break. I woke up late. Finished a lot of pending chores. Spent time reading books/newspapers. It should have been a good day.
But it turned out to be bad. As I had expected it to be. That is because I feel bad when I don't go to hospital as a part of 'relaxing'. This feeling got worse when the chief of the unit which I work in said that this the first time that I had acted 'lazy'; like the other residents!
Shame on me.
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