*deep breath*
general medicine rotation has just started. and it's got me peeing in my pants every 20 or so minutes a day. chasing after consultants and registrars. being put on the spot everytime they ask me a question i can't seem to remember the answer to. it has got me really stressed.
so stressed, to the point where i had an epiphany. it was during a bus ride home with ying wei and we were both asking ourselves. is this what we want to do for the rest of our lives? it looks so easy when the others do it. but when it comes to me, i'm plagued by this fear that i won't be able to remember so much and be able to help anyone who needs my help. so for now, i'm flying at a very low radar so as to keep out of the limelight and to try and learn as much as possible during the next 7 weeks.
*stress*
saw my first autopsy the other day. it was on this old man who died from pleural effusion. but the cause of the pleural effusion was a bit dubious, so the doctors decided to cut him open, slice up his lung into little pieces and try to find out what's wrong. it was morbidly fascinating watching them cut this old man up. one must have a pretty strong stomach to stand the smell and the crudeness of it all. i mean...they used large wire cutters from a hardware store to cut open the ribs at the side. and when they were cutting open the skull, it was just klunk, klunk, klunk all the way. no finesse at all. i guess it's not all about glamour in this medical profession.
stole scrubs while in the mortuary. unfortunately, it was the wrong kind. you know how there are shirt and pants scrubs and then a different kind for the nurses? well, i stole the nurses scrubs. and it turned out to be some sort of dress. after going home and showering, i discovered my mistake and when i wore it, with a long white sleeved shirt inside and my hair up in a towel, i was the spitting image of a nun. to be precise, i looked like Maria from the Sound of Music. i came out of the toilet, expecting to be laughed at and i was not disappointed. at least i make people smile.
on the other hand, ying wei's mother is here. together with her aunt and her little brother. they're all cramped up in her room. offered her mine, but she thought it would be a bit too much of a hassle. they've been sitting at home all week,cooking and cleaning and washing my undies (which i'm very much embarassed by), except for the 2 days when they went to the Gold Coast to visit the themeparks. it's quite obvious to see that they find it quite boring here with nothing to do all the time. so, ying wei and i took them to the city yesterday after hospital and the change in their mindset about brisbane was apparent not that they've seen the other side of the city. looks like it's not so bad after all.
right now, they're cooking up a storm for a dinner they want to give the gang tonight. 20 people in all. they're cooking nasi lemak and curry i think. and a whole lot more of goodies. will take lots of pictures and post them up.
i miss my sisters. i feel redundant all the way over here since i can't help them out with whatever they're going through. even the simple task of helping my sister pick out what to wear for an outing lifted me up last night. i miss yelling at them. i miss laughing with them. i miss going out for late night A&W suppers with them. not to mention the roti canai sessions every saturday morning, even though LB would have this sour looking face on when she's woken up a bit too early. i think i'm feeling a tad bit nostalgic now since ying wei's whole family is here. her little brother is a gem. i think because he's grown up with so many older women around him, he's learnt to be a bit more sensitive and affectionate than most boys his age. very cute.
had this conversation with them:
me: auntie...i want to cook dinner for you this friday.
auntie: grace! no need la! i come here to cook for you all!
me: no la auntie...must cook for you a bit also mah...
auntie: no need grace. you all so tired come back from hospital. i cook for you all enough.
brother: it's ok la...as long as we know it comes from the heart, it's enough.
*melt*
now how sweet is that? how many 13 year old boys do you know, would say something like that?
oh well...i better get going. auntie's gonna need everyone's help with preparing food for the army tonight.
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