don't be so reckless
the week before exams finally ends with a total of 6 births. First exam in the morning. I'm overwhelmed and strangely calm. people talk about being 'called' to midwifery - perhaps the same bruising directive force will thrust my brain into the direction of concise and intelligent exam reponses.
or perhaps my week of breath-holdingly clutching at suture-needle-clamps, swinging lusty newborn bundles under fish scale hooks and feeling the pull intensify just a fraction stronger with each nose slipping from the last fold of flesh. . . perhaps that's enough motivation to keep going long after sense would dictate.
so long you've been away - I miss our early morning wrestle not a very happy way to start the day
it may be reckless, but I think the end is in sight.