"Scalpel," I said, and the scrub nurse handed it over.I cut whatever I need to cut. This is my usual day, cutting and suturing, seeing blood and human flesh.My colleagues call me Esth, short for Esther. In my 29 years of existence, I didn't expect that I would end up being a doctor, specifically a surgeon. At first I was terrified of doing all this stuff, it wasn't really my choice but my mother is a die-hard doctor who wanted to be, it's her long-lost dream!The whole day ends with an ill body and blood in my hand. Then after cutting and suturing, I can finally rest and go home.I don't have a boyfriend, as if! Having a tight job, do I have time to get one? Jeez! Even getting laid isn't part of my life, so to my vagina, RIP!Even if I want to mingle with anyone or someone, nah! I cut that thought since it just always ends up worse!There are a lot of times that I try to date anyone, everyone! But then when my profession calls... what can I do? Can I say to the sick person to wait?
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