Yes I do realise it's 3.22 am. But I felt the need to announce this to the world.
The couple who live in the apartment block which I pass by every time I go to the train station have finally acquired curtains after two years of living there.
Goodbye nights when I'm walking home from the station and noticing a naked man by the window. Farewell days when I see the lady changing in her bedroom.
I guess they have gotten over their exhibitionist stage.
With that said, I shall go to bed.
Night all.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
The Big Decision
Obama won. Wow.
Anyways.
On to seemingly more important things - after weeks and weeks of putting it off, making up all kinds of excuses, I have finally done it.
I have finally decided that perhaps now would be a good time to switch on the heating.
Damn you Winter, it's only November!
And damn you rising gas prices! *shakes fist*
Anyways.
On to seemingly more important things - after weeks and weeks of putting it off, making up all kinds of excuses, I have finally done it.
I have finally decided that perhaps now would be a good time to switch on the heating.
Damn you Winter, it's only November!
And damn you rising gas prices! *shakes fist*
Monday, November 3, 2008
In loving memory
My first encounter with death as a medical student was 4 weeks into my first year at medical school.
We were still coming to grips with being away from home, making new friends, fresh, naive.
Medicine was simple then, we only knew the basics, how the muscles and nerves functioned, the names of the bones, the physiology of the digestive tract. A bit about ethics and law.
It was all very sudden.
She sat next to me in anatomy class, on Friday she told me how her computer was acting up, maybe it was about time to change it. We talked excitedly about our upcoming anatomy group social - it'll be fun, she said.
On Monday, during our anatomy session, there was hardly anyone there. Some people were at the school office sorting something out. Something had happened. Our tutor told us to stay behind after class. A lady walked in an just blurted out,
"Your classmate was hit by a car yesterday. She's currently on life support waiting for her parents to come before they make any decisions."
Silence.
"She might not make it."
Those words just ring in the ears.
When you hear stuff like that you can't help to think, but well yeah, medicine has improved so much, they should be able to help her.
Before you realise that, the 'they' that we claim can cure just about anything, will be us medical students in the future. We will be the ones armed with the medical knowledge and advancements that should, ideally, save her.
It brings a lot of things into perspective.
She was a medic like us. She had a bright future ahead. I barely knew her. And she did not make it.
I study medicine misguided that I'll be able to save everyone. None of my future patients will die under my care. I won't let them.
Three years down the line and I've seen countless patients die before my eyes.
People die, it's just a cycle of life.
Coming to terms with death is something they don't teach you in medschool. But perhaps they really should.
We were still coming to grips with being away from home, making new friends, fresh, naive.
Medicine was simple then, we only knew the basics, how the muscles and nerves functioned, the names of the bones, the physiology of the digestive tract. A bit about ethics and law.
It was all very sudden.
She sat next to me in anatomy class, on Friday she told me how her computer was acting up, maybe it was about time to change it. We talked excitedly about our upcoming anatomy group social - it'll be fun, she said.
On Monday, during our anatomy session, there was hardly anyone there. Some people were at the school office sorting something out. Something had happened. Our tutor told us to stay behind after class. A lady walked in an just blurted out,
"Your classmate was hit by a car yesterday. She's currently on life support waiting for her parents to come before they make any decisions."
Silence.
"She might not make it."
Those words just ring in the ears.
When you hear stuff like that you can't help to think, but well yeah, medicine has improved so much, they should be able to help her.
Before you realise that, the 'they' that we claim can cure just about anything, will be us medical students in the future. We will be the ones armed with the medical knowledge and advancements that should, ideally, save her.
It brings a lot of things into perspective.
She was a medic like us. She had a bright future ahead. I barely knew her. And she did not make it.
I study medicine misguided that I'll be able to save everyone. None of my future patients will die under my care. I won't let them.
Three years down the line and I've seen countless patients die before my eyes.
People die, it's just a cycle of life.
Coming to terms with death is something they don't teach you in medschool. But perhaps they really should.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
On Being Anal
During one of the clinics the consultant came up looking extremely grumpy and announced to the entire room that he was in a very foul mood because he was on call and was rudely woken up at 3am to operate on this boy who had some AA batteries stuck up his urethra (pee hole, to put it bluntly).
When questioned as to how this came to be, the boy merely replied that the AA batteries were lying on the floor, he tripped and fell and the batteries somehow managed to lodge themselves in his penis in the process.
I am told that this is a very common occurrence.
Today's news for example. Clickity click.
This is a very gross generalisation, but if you are ever in A & E and someone presents with a random object stuck up an orifice, the history almost always goes along these lines:
Although apparently, the American Journal of Proctology makes for an interesting read on what foreign bodies have been removed from the rectum.
The moral of the story here is to never do anything naked lest you get something lodged somewhere you don't want it to be.
I think.
When questioned as to how this came to be, the boy merely replied that the AA batteries were lying on the floor, he tripped and fell and the batteries somehow managed to lodge themselves in his penis in the process.
I am told that this is a very common occurrence.
Today's news for example. Clickity click.
Notice the trend here?A vicar claims a potato got stuck up his bottom after he fell on to the vegetable while hanging curtains in the nude.
This is a very gross generalisation, but if you are ever in A & E and someone presents with a random object stuck up an orifice, the history almost always goes along these lines:
"I was [insert random daily activity here], in the nude, as you do, when I tripped and fell onto [insert suspiciously phallic object here]."Someone should really audit how much it is costing the NHS to treat people who have the tendency to fall onto random objects which then get stuck in their many orifices.
Although apparently, the American Journal of Proctology makes for an interesting read on what foreign bodies have been removed from the rectum.
The moral of the story here is to never do anything naked lest you get something lodged somewhere you don't want it to be.
I think.
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