I was exhausted after a training shift at the hospital today. But while it was exhausting, I love it. It all getting me closer to my final goal of my medical degree.
I had literally got back to my apartment, stripped out of my uniform and flopped on to my bed in my underwear. I was just dropping off when my phone was ringing. I initially ignored it, assuming it was likely some call centre trying to sell me life insurance or to do a survey or some other random phone call that forever seem to harass me.
I just wanted to snooze. But my phone was persistently ringing again and again. I rolled over half asleep to pick it up and answered it putting it on loud speaker, flopping back down again.
“Hello” I say sleepily.
“Ezzy?” I hear Lola’s voice.
What is she calling me for? Thought they we
