After 5 continuous bouts of loo time, i konged till bout 1915, when my phone just could not stop buzzing. In between, i was replying text messages in my sleep, as usual, i started sending messages like 'noo proc, c u molo auu 3. thx.', which was meant to be 'no prob, see you tomorrow at 3pm. Thanks.' Gosh, I only realized it when i scrolled thru my sent items just now. Hope the person that received it could make out what i meant.
Dragged my lifeless body to the wards, to find a patient for tomorrow case presentation. Ended up talking to the daughter of this 90y/o lady, which i failed miserable to get blood from her this morning. (i only managed to fill 2 out of the 4 bottles, after 2 attemps. She kept yelling and squirming while i was trying my best to keep my cool, while her daughter was restraining her!) Later, sat down and clerked a case of CCF with mild renal impairment, who came in for SOB and generalized body swelling.
Now with an entire gut washout, i decided to load up with glucose to stay alive. Had a new discovery with my 'best friend'--SUGAR!!! Filled my cup with sprite, then added loads of nata de cocoa pudding and ice frozen jelly. After gulping the entire cup down, now i don't feel that well. Looks like my sore tummy is going to act up once again tonight. Just pray that i don't end up in A&E, that will do.
@ 2240, 09042008, dog tired. another looooong day tomorrow...
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