Today is my second afternoon duty for this week.  Yesterday's duty was manageable.  Just a slight nuisance from the SQA-V machine.  I was supposed to use it for a patient having a scheduled semen examination yesterday.  I thought that it would be best to do all the quality controls for the machine so that when the sample arrives, the only thing I've got to do is to feed it in the machine and voila, my work is done.  But unfortunately the machine failed in its auto calibration.  I tried to troubleshoot the problem but I guessed that the engineer has to come to fix it.  And so it was, the patient arrived and good thing, he didn't bring any sample yet.  I told him that we will reschedule his test since the machine is out of order and that the engineer has to come and fix it by morning time.  At first, I thought it was  a problem and so I decided to call my supervisor and tell her of the situation.  She agreed that it is best to tell the patient to come back until the machine is fixed.  It was good that the man saw and heard my conversation with my supervisor and no more protests nor questions were asked when I told him what my supervisor has just said.  The afternoon went on smoothly with some patients coming one after the other.  My day should have ended fine only if dear husband came early to pick me up from the clinic.  He came from a birthday celebration of one of his colleagues.  To make it up for his tardiness, he gave me some chic Body Shop gift pack consisting of a perfume, lotion and a shower gel.  I tried the perfume on my wrist and briskly sniffed the fragrance.  Because of my dampened mood last night, my nose had the instant aversion to the aroma of the perfume.  I told him  that the next time he decides to buy me some colognes or perfume, he should bring me along so that I myself will have to choose the fragrance I want.  I felt guilty afterwards.  He again made it up to me when he prepared for me some instant noodles to serve as my dinner last night.  He didn't even bothered to play his Legends game last night and just allowed me to use the laptop.  That's my husband, he really knows how to manage my intermittent hormonal attacks.  

As I end this post, I tried smelling again my wrist to see how it smelled this time,  what came to my nostrils is a sweet and mild cherry blossom fragrance.  Hmmm, I think I kindda like it now.