// GOOD KARMA.
@primrsoe
“I’ll be back soon,” he waved at the nurses’ station, only to receive half hearted waves in return. A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head--as well as making a mental note to ask the chief of medicine to hire more nurses on his ward so that his own nurses didn’t get overworked so much.
12:05pm. Perfect timing. He stepped out of the hospital’s lobby and stretched, letting out a loud yawn as soon as the midday sunlight cast over him. It was a little chilly, as expected for a January afternoon, but that didn’t stop Matthew from taking his daily lap around the hospital. He watched the doctors around him put on weight from sitting in front of their computers all day, sitting in front of their patients, just sitting all the time and not doing anything.
Yet they’ll preach until they’re blue in the face to every patient that comes by: exercise and eat healthy. Exercise and watch your portions. Exercise.
He didn’t know about the others, but Matthew wasn’t going to be one of those hypocrite doctors. A 20 minute lap around the hospital campus, then protein shake, and then to the drugstore for more caffeine pills, he told himself as he stretched out his long legs before beginning his jog. That was the great thing about being a doctor--his daily look consisted of sneakers, scrubs, and a white coat.
Except when he was running. That was sans white coat.
“Oh man,” he gasped out loud as he finished his lap, shaking his head. “Why was that so hard today?” He fell back on a nearby street bench just outside of the hospital grounds and groaned. He was getting old, getting fat, or both. “Great,” he muttered to himself before glancing down at his watch. 12:25pm. Another groan came from his chest as he dragged himself off of the bench and down the street to the smoothie bar for his daily protein shake.
Routine was kind of Matthew’s thing. He might not be able to function correctly without it.
“One chocolate shake with 2 shots of protein, please,” he slid his card over the counter to the barista. And, out of both habit and routine, he glanced around the joint. His eyes rested on a woman just making her way into the shop and he turned back to the barista. “Also charge her order on me, as well.”
He was a believer in good karma. What goes around comes around--he was just waiting for the good now.