The diary game (21/08/2025) The Rhythm of My Day
Hello everyone
This is @anny01
From Nigeria
Morning Activities.
The morning began with the soft ringing of my alarm clock, slowly pulling me from sleep. For a brief moment, I stayed under the blanket, savoring the last bit of comfort before the day began. But I knew the chemist shop awaited me, so I pushed myself up and stretched, letting my muscles wake with me. The air in the room was cool and calm, a reminder that the world outside was already stirring.
I went to the bathroom, washed my face with cold water, and brushed my teeth, feeling the freshness push away the remnants of sleep. I prepared a simple breakfast: toast, an egg, and noodle While eating, I thought about the day ahead. Working at the chemist shop means every day brings new interactions. Some customers are cheerful and grateful, while others are rushed, worried, or impatient. Either way, the responsibility is always there I must stay alert, careful, and kind.
After breakfast, I tidied up my small kitchen, packed my bag, and got dressed for work. When I stepped outside, the morning air was crisp and refreshing. The streets were alive school children going to lesson, office workers hurrying, and neighbors chatting briefly before heading off. By the time I reached the shop, I felt fully awake and ready to face the long day.
My Breakfast
afternoon Activities.
The chemist shop was already buzzing when I arrived. Customers came with prescriptions, some for regular medicines, others for sudden illnesses. I greeted them, checked their prescriptions carefully, and explained instructions patiently. There’s a rhythm to this work—stocking shelves, organizing supplies, and serving customers but it never feels monotonous because each interaction is different.
As the hours went by, hunger set in. By noon, I knew I wouldn’t have time to cook or prepare anything, so I ordered lunch from a restaurant. It’s become something of a habit: a warm, satisfying meal that arrives without effort. When the delivery came, I took a short break and ate at the counter. That little pause gave me time to recharge. The food felt like a reward in the middle of a busy day, filling my stomach and lifting my energy.
The afternoon stretched on with steady activity. Parents came in asking about medicines for their children’s colds, elderly customers sought advice on how to take their tablets, and a few familiar faces dropped by to restock their regular prescriptions. Some came in just for small items vitamins, plasters, or even a quick bottle of water. Each person carried their own story, and even though I was tired, I tried to greet them with patience and respect.
By late afternoon, I felt the hours weighing heavily on me. My legs ached from standing, and my back longed for rest. Still, there was no choice but to keep going. The shop remained busy, and I reminded myself that each task no matter how small mattered to someone’s health.
Evening Activities.
Evenings at the chemist shop are often the busiest. People finish work and stop by on their way home, collecting prescriptions or asking for advice. Some are in a hurry, others seem relieved to finally pick up what they need. The shop stayed lively right until closing time.
At 9 PM, I finally closed up, turned off the lights, and locked the door. Relief washed over me, though exhaustion was heavy in my body. The streets outside were quieter now, the earlier rush gone. Streetlights glowed against the night sky, and the air carried a cool stillness. I walked home slowly, thinking of nothing in particular, just eager to reach the comfort of my house.
By 9:30 PM, I arrived home. The first thing I felt was the silence it was so different from the chatter and movement of the shop. I dropped my bag, changed into more comfortable clothes, and decided not to order another meal. My body didn’t crave heavy food; it wanted something lighter. So, I chose fruit for dinner an apple, a banana, and a handful of grapes. It was refreshing, sweet, and easy. Eating fruit at night always feels cleansing, like a gentle way to end the day.
After finishing, I tidied up quickly, drank some water, and sat for a few minutes in quiet reflection. I thought about the many people I had served that day parents, elderly customers, and strangers who placed their trust in me for something as important as their health. Even though the work left me exhausted, it gave me a sense of purpose.
Finally, I lay down in bed, stretched my tired body, and let the fatigue sink in. My eyelids grew heavy as I reminded myself that tomorrow would bring the same rhythm: morning preparation, the busy flow of the shop, lunch from the restaurant, and quiet fruit in the evening. Life may feel repetitive, but within it lies a sense of meaning. With that thought, I closed my eyes, grateful for the chance to rest and hopeful for another day to come.
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You wrote down in your diary everything you did throughout the day, and explained in detail what your day was like. Start early because you had to prepare for work. You had a good breakfast, and you went to your shop, where she talked to you with her eyes, and she said, "What do you have to do with your eyes?" and waited for the store to light up.Then, whatever your level of fatigue, especially towards the end of the day, we find solace in the special moments of calm and the sense of accomplishment that comes with helping others. No matter how much work we do in our day and whatever work we enjoy doing and whatever work we do well, after we get tired, the pleasure of resting is probably the same.Only those who finish their day's work well and go home at night to rest can feel this. If we women also get tired after doing housework, if we men are doing some work in the kitchen and then get tired after feeding others, I can't even describe the pleasure of resting after that. Best wishes to you ❤️
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