Every day′s Plight
As a nursing student, I owned just three white nursing uniforms. This limited number often posed a dilemma for me. My main challenge was washing them and keeping them spotless. Sometimes, I felt like I was being lazy for not managing it better.
Today we had an exceptionally long class that stretched late into the evening, finishing around 9 p.m. When I finally got home, the first thing I had to do was wash my worn uniform and hang it out to dry. Thankfully, it is harmattan which makes the process a bit easier.
During the rainy season, I often faced difficulties trying to dry my uniforms, adding to my stress. The core of my problem was that I needed to wash my white uniforms every single day after I wore them. If I let them pile up, the stains would become a real challenge to remove. So, every day after lectures, I made it a routine to wash my uniforms as soon as I returned home.
On a certain occasion, after one long night shift, I returned home very late. Exhausted and with my muscles aching, I simply didn’t have the energy to wash my clothes. Reluctantly, I left my uniform until the following morning. When I got up, I soaked and washed the dress, only to realize that a particularly stubborn stain had become permanent.
Moving from the lab to the wards and clinical centers often involved exposure to various chemicals and drugs, and sometimes, when an item gets stained, it doesn’t just wash off immediately unless you tackle it right after getting home. Unfortunately, this time around, I had to face the consequence.
Today we had an exceptionally long class that stretched late into the evening, finishing around 9 p.m. When I finally got home, the first thing I had to do was wash my worn uniform and hang it out to dry. Thankfully, it is harmattan which makes the process a bit easier.
During the rainy season, I often faced difficulties trying to dry my uniforms, adding to my stress. The core of my problem was that I needed to wash my white uniforms every single day after I wore them. If I let them pile up, the stains would become a real challenge to remove. So, every day after lectures, I made it a routine to wash my uniforms as soon as I returned home.
On a certain occasion, after one long night shift, I returned home very late. Exhausted and with my muscles aching, I simply didn’t have the energy to wash my clothes. Reluctantly, I left my uniform until the following morning. When I got up, I soaked and washed the dress, only to realize that a particularly stubborn stain had become permanent.
Moving from the lab to the wards and clinical centers often involved exposure to various chemicals and drugs, and sometimes, when an item gets stained, it doesn’t just wash off immediately unless you tackle it right after getting home. Unfortunately, this time around, I had to face the consequence.
