At last the time had come, that in which all the waiting was over, I graduated after these years of constant training, after all the fatigue that my body has accumulated and the thousands of sleepless nights I studied.

Antes hubieran pensado que todo esto era una pérdida de tiempo, pero hoy más que nunca, estoy convencida de lo importante que es mi misión.

Our coaches have always warned us of the mental strength that we have to have in order not to get carried away by dilemmas, to be balanced in our reports and to maintain the balance between who we are and who we can be in those moments.

With all the nerves generated by knowing that the well-being of our patients will be only in our hands and not knowing if we can really return all the trust they have placed in us.

FIRST DAY OR LAST DAY

I entered the waiting room and the eyes turned to me, I was thoroughly evaluated by those who would be my patients today. I had to contain the desire to turn around, I avoided even showing the nerves that I kept inside. Not knowing if I should take it as my first day as a professional or as my last day as that student who did not know all this world.

I approached my secretary's desk firmly, or so I assumed. She was a girl who was not more than 30 years old, with her brown skin and her hair with purple fluorescent strands - which is totally normal in this XXII century.

-Welcome, may I have your DIM? he asked me with total kindness.

I brought my arm closer to placing my symbol under the identifier light. Once he confirmed my identity, he made me follow her down the hall until I was completely at ease in my office, I told him to send the first patient.

A light-skinned lady immediately enters, who noticed that she was already 150 years old, with fuchsia eyes and her hair completely black. And, as my professors indicated to me, who attended for our help did not need an invitation to make clear what their problem was to solve.

She told me that she felt that her frustration had been generated approximately 120 years ago, when she had proudly let her great love go, when they could assume more assumptions than the courage to know reality. He had lived all these years with sentimental relationships that did not last long, in which he always compared all men with that love that no longer existed.

CONNECTION PROCEDURE

Without much dilemma, we are both - patient and incisor - on the stretcher corresponding to each one. Only with my assistant placing Nicole first her inductive film in her eyes and came towards me.

-She is ready? - she asked being direct.

-Yes, I answered with certainty, let's verify the stopping point.

Once the instrument that handled the stop point was verified, I asked that the inductor sheet be placed on me.

And there it was, climbing the subconscious of Nicole's world. At first, I felt dizzy with the flow of images. Surrounding between who I am and what she is.

When I adapted my mind I could tell that I was in a small square, sitting in the middle of the night, like someone waiting for what will happen. I checked my
control and I felt a relief to be able to visualize it without inconvenience, just marking that it was 10 at night of that cold November 18, 2021.

SOON I FEELED THAT IT WAS ME

Soon I felt my anxiety dulling the breeze that froze my hands, I got up restless with the security of where I should look. There, behind that counter, he was.

It seemed like a quiet night in the cafeteria, only two customers were enjoying their orders and closing time was approaching. But, suddenly, she appears - it just had to be her.

As I suspected, her reddish and straight hair moved gently by the wind, with her body marking each curve as if she had been designed to be an example of perfection, with her clear and flawless skin. There were no wrinkles, there were no marks or flaws in its design.

He entered the premises and he immediately reacted with some emotion. My heart stopped for a moment, calculating probabilities, remembering that I already knew what would happen, but ... at the same time, unable to believe that would happen.

My throat knotted with the emotions that suffocated me. I started walking towards the cafe, but I noticed that my feet were no longer moving. The time has come!

I had to take command of the situation! While my sight struggled not to see the front, I pressed those feet to keep moving forward, forced my eyes to see that again. I felt my tears fall when I saw them kissing, my mind assimilating the loss of what was exclusively for me and now I was leaving so far from my present.

This part of the events were already new, because I forced reality to the point of flexion. I didn't know what the course of what would happen would be and my emotion was being overshadowed by Nicole's sadness and fear.

And I repeated myself out loud:

"CALM! I'm with you on this,
let my senses embrace you and be brave.”

Suddenly, my hands became light and my legs moved forward with momentum. It was as if a sublime pact was made between pain and the decision to face it all.

WITH EVERYTHING IN FRONT

I entered the cafeteria and he held the girl by the arms, as if trying to put some distance. When they see me there, in the middle of the premises, they both move away from each other. She was still and silent, staying away in her state of surprise.

Instead, he turned quickly to me and I felt like my body wanted to limit his touch, how I didn't even want to hear what Marcos was saying. I pressed myself to open my senses, to feel all that anger while still being open to let this new reality happen.

I closed my eyes and listened with my soul all that he explained to me, he demonstrating with his tone that he wanted to clarify everything, that he feared what I could think, that he needed me to believe him.

Marcos moved away from me, took the redhead by the arm and brought it to me. He forced her to confess what really happened, as she had surprised him with that kiss without him giving her permission.

An active sound my alerts, was my instrument of control of the stop point, scarce 10 seconds and would be out of there.

I was surprised by a kiss, those subtle lips that today catch me in their sweetness. That tender moment when my body was filled with electricity, when each neuron seemed to short circuit.

The images were mixed, and I activated with tears in my eyes, while my assistant did the countdown from 5 to 1 to be able to remove the inductive film from my eyes.

I got up and took the stabilizing medication. I turned to my left and saw my patient still on the stretcher, I hurried to my office, where sitting in my chair, with my hands covering my eyes, I tried to control my crying.

But I had to remind myself that this was not my world, that was not my story and, despite everything, now it is part of what makes me up, it is part of what makes me who I am. And so it will be from now on, I will be part of those stories, my feelings will be yours, always looking for mine to dominate and control, so that I can help each patient with that unique and peculiar recipe that I must create in each dream.