Groping

in broad daylight, that happened to me today by an unknown passer-by man. In my city, as I was strolling my friend's kid on the street.

I felt a full hand on one of my butt, then the man just turned around said 'excuse me' and literally ran off. Well, I'm so not sorry, but he wasn't sorry because it wasn't a light accident stroke. We weren't crowded. I was so stunned, I just let out an 'euh?' and he was already a street away, really. Wished I could have yelled and run after him, but I had a kid with me. I'm so mad at myself for doing absolutely NOTHING! DAMN IT!

Although it was all summery outside, but I had a loose top on and a skirt below knee so seriously, no skin/cleavage showing. WTF? What I'm even more mad about is that it happened in my very own city. It doesn't happen when I'm alone across the seas. Geez, what's going on?

On top of this, I've been so short on patience lately. I'm very eager for my vacations because my body and mind need it. I've been doing overtime to fill in empty slots plus it pays well. On the last day of my cardiac surgery post-op orientation, my patient coded blue straight flat there in my face. She was supposed to be removed from the respirator in the upcoming hours, but she went into an heart attack regadless of the surgery and sustained an abdominal hemorrhage. Although it wasn't my first code blue, but it was the first time that it is my patient. It does make a difference. They opened her chest in the room. Everything went very Grey's Anatomy-ish with a resident sitting in the bed doing cardiac massage while they transferred her to the OR. And me... being stuck there wondering what I've missed, what I've done or not haven't done correctly.

Since then, the cardiac surgeries post-op that I have just bleed out that I even get teased of having a bad karma.