It's the 1st day of paeds, and yet time well spent blogging at home at this moment. The thought of going to the 'war zone' just kills the intrest of the topic itself. At least the A.K.A 'witch' sounded rather enthusiastic in teaching, which is a good sign. Hope that will be enough to let me survive through these next 4 weeks. Another end of posting up in the begining of week 4, this time it wont be such a breeze anymore. Im not in my confort zone, it's CRITICAL!!!
Back from the weekend, not fully regenerated yet. Decided to put the lomotil on hold today, BAD IDEA!!! The lavages just came pouring out as usual, a burst water tap. AIR PULA TAK ADE!!! What's this stupid place sban up to???
I totally have no idea how to survive through this week, NO WATER, NO MORE SURGERY POSTING, NO MORE PROCRASTINATING... Oh dear.
Have to go see 'my mother' this afternoon, otherwise i've to be answerable to my REAL mum back home later today! Im so dreading the phone call for an appoinment and the real meeting itself. Should i give her my bubbly self or the half dead look when i see her? What will she think of the idiot that cause her to 'loose' her 'unbeatable' reputation? The 1st ever idiot that she can't find a diagnosis? I just do not have a good impression of her, that's all. Honestly speaking, i don't feel comfortable even by looking at her, let alone the conversation! It just makes me feel that there is a vast distance between the doctor-patient relationship, the bedside manners is totally NIL. Nevertheless, she's the BEST OF THE BEST in this field, & I should feel lucky instead of all these mindless matters... It's not that simple just to get an appoinment to see her, and im surely to get one by just picking up the phone to call her. Im gonna pull myself together and face the truth when the time comes, there's no where to escape now after putting myself in my own grave...
@ tummy grumbling, tossing & turning... what did i do to deserve this... 1300, 05112007
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