My only real solace? Sleep. In the absence of an explanation of anything, for everything, I live for it and what it can bring.

We angels are misconceived in the human world. People perceive us as kindly and bountiful; when, in truth, we are about as fluffy, as gentle, as yielding, as rattlesnakes.

If I get too comfortable, I will wake one morning and everything around me will have shifted overnight. All I knew? I know no longer. And all I had? Vanished in an instant.

My only real solace? Sleep. In the absence of an explanation of anything, for everything, I live for it and what it can bring.

Filming this drama made me realise how noble the nursing profession really is -- from the selfless dedication to the care and love for patients. Let me take this opportunity to pay tribute to all the great nurses out there!