Sometimes I wake up pretending I was a housewife. That I have young children downstairs engrossed in early morning cartoons in front of the TV, and who will soon be running into my bed to try to get me out of bed. That my husband has already left for a full day of work. That after making breakfast, packing the kids’ lunches and dropping them off at school, I will be heading to the gym, the supermarket, and then maybe coffee with a girlfriend.
Then I look at my alarm clock. 5am. And I turn the other way, copping a full view of my husband snoring away in his sprawled, squashed-face slumber.
Groan. Reality check. I am a surgeon. I need to do ward rounds at three hospital before starting my clinic of 30+ patients at 7.30am. The highlight of my day will be a chocolate bar and coffee at lunch time, (while driving to my 1pm operating list). If I was lucky, I might get home in time to get re-acquainted with my husband over a late dinner. If not, I will be coming home to face the same mop of curls and snoring form I am leaving behind now.
Children. None. And never will. Mental shrug. I have been through that multiple times already. Time to move on.
A militant-efficient hot shower, quick decisive pick of today’s attire, accurate stabs of hairpins to secure hair in a clean sweep, Tiffany diamond studs fastened with surgical precision; I could only wryly smile at the dark circles under the eyes of a female surgeon staring back at me in the mirror. A quick kiss on the slumbering lump in bed (who politely acknowledged my goodbye with a grunt and rollover), I headed towards my shoe cabinet.
Well, cabinet is a slight understatement. It is a room. Room full of shoes. One eigth His. The rest. Mine.
As I slipped my feet into my favourite classic black patent Louboutin pumps and grabbed my black/grey briefcase nicknamed Louis, I headed downstairs towards the garage, just like every other day. But I know that, what will make this Groundhog Day different to others, is that I may have a new story to tell or even, discover a new perspective on life by the end of the day.
So, Who am I? Ask me on different days. A surgeon, a housewife, a writer, a philosopher, or just simply, a girl who loves beautiful things.
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