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entering into the Sea of Words contest by Leighann Anderson 7/3/2011 Remembering... I was 27 years old, and in my second year of working for my first real "grown -up" job. There is something powerful about wearing a pair of pressed matching scrubs, a name tag addressed by first name only, and a stethoscope around the neck( a lot heavier than the plastic one I was so accustomed to in my junior doctor kit.) I thought I had the answer to any medical problem thrown my way...I was wrong. In between bringing patients to their rooms, the receptionist, who is the spitting image of Barbie, minus the plastic legs, informed me I had a phone call, and is very important. Being my first "personal" call at my job as a registered medical assistant, I immediately had to remove my "work hat" and don my "me hat", something I tend to lack some knowledge in. My head overflowing with a thick fog, I try to navigate everything out before saying the usual greeting, to no avail. My sweaty palm takes hold of the receiver and a voice I barely recognize mouths the appropriate greeting; This is the phone call that would change my life forever... I could sense through the black receiver plastered with a large "911" sticker, my mom has been crying for quite sometime. Her trembling followed the same route I took home from work everyday after I left work and went home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home voice cracking the words of an accident. With the word accident replaying over and over like a 33 vinyl record skipping at the best part of the song, I hung up the phone. I began to wipe the stream before it formed a puddle on the dirty blue carpet of the doctors office. Coworkers hands patting me on the shoulder, back, hand and arm, I was taking on the role of the patient, with not a clue of what to say or do. I got in my beat-up white Mazda 210, not sure where the road would lead me. I followed the same route I took home from work everyday and went home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home sweet home, where everything is so routine. I so longed for that right now. I pulled into the driveway, alone, scared, confused, and filled with the question of why . I stumble to the front odor. to be continued....

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entering into the Sea of Words contest by Leighann Anderson 7/3/2011 Remembering... I was 27 years old, and in my second year of working for my first real "grown -up" job. There is something powerful about wearing a pair of pressed matching scrubs, a name tag addressed by first name only, and a stethoscope around the neck( a lot heavier than the plastic one I was so accustomed to in my junior doctor kit.) I thought I had the answer to any medical problem thrown my way...I was wrong. In between bringing patients to their rooms, the receptionist, who is the spitting image of Barbie, minus the plastic legs, informed me I had a phone call, and is very important. Being my first "personal" call at my job as a registered medical assistant, I immediately had to remove my "work hat" and don my "me hat", something I tend to lack some knowledge in. My head overflowing with a thick fog, I try to navigate everything out before saying the usual greeting, to no avail. My sweaty palm takes hold of the receiver and a voice I barely recognize mouths the appropriate greeting; This is the phone call that would change my life forever... I could sense through the black receiver plastered with a large "911" sticker, my mom has been crying for quite sometime. Her trembling followed the same route I took home from work everyday after I left work and went home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home voice cracking the words of an accident. With the word accident replaying over and over like a 33 vinyl record skipping at the best part of the song, I hung up the phone. I began to wipe the stream before it formed a puddle on the dirty blue carpet of the doctors office. Coworkers hands patting me on the shoulder, back, hand and arm, I was taking on the role of the patient, with not a clue of what to say or do. I got in my beat-up white Mazda 210, not sure where the road would lead me. I followed the same route I took home from work everyday and went home. This is my safe haven, no one or nothing could harm me here. This is home sweet home, where everything is so routine. I so longed for that right now. I pulled into the driveway, alone, scared, confused, and filled with the question of why . I stumble to the front odor. to be continued....