STAND BY ME Words & Music: Charles A. Tindley, 1905
When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me (x2);
When the world is tossing me
Like a ship upon the sea
Thou Who rulest wind and water,
Stand by me.
In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me (x2);
When the hosts of hell assail,
And my strength begins to fail,
Thou Who never lost a battle,
Stand by me.
In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me (x2);
When I do the best I can,
And my friends misunderstand,
Thou Who knowest all about me,
Stand by me.
When I’m growing old and feeble,
Stand by me (x2);
When my life becomes a burden,
And I’m nearing chilly Jordan,
O Thou “Lily of the Valley,”
Stand by me.
As we say - splendid, quite splendid!
Quite remarkable...how these lines, penned a century ago, still minister to me...Ageless words indeed!
I've finally finished the GP posting!
That means...back to my dear flat with its microwave and shower. The
shower of horrors in Italy is nothing compared with the (as few as
possible) showers that I took in Livingston.
Effects from it included: mental duress, scalded skin from ill-mixing
of water, wounds from pushing in the mixing hose, muscle cramps from
squatting, and playing 'Bad Day' on the repeat.
I've microwaved food with a vengeance since returning! And buggered the poor flatmates because of previous loneliness.
The GP portfolio was the hardest portfolio I've ever written. Honestly,
if I'd wanted to know so much about sociology and psychology, I would
have done those courses....!
Anyway, it took all of one week to write it...in the process,
'tuh-hack-ing' (Foochow for vomiting blood) and 'tuah kahng lau' (great
sweat pouring). My BABY aka mini computer was a great help - highly
necessary!
But the practice itself was a nice one...interesting staff/patients.
Met some very inspiring patients - like the brave man who's dying of
cancer who travels daily to Edinburgh to visit his wife who's also
dying of cancer. When I think of patients like him, it makes me regret
all the whinging I'm prone to! (refer above....
) And there's the couple who are determined to kick the heroin habit for the sake of their little kid.
Funny stories include: the funny gentleman who solemnly drank in his 2
glasses of Irn-Bru as part of the OGTT. It was the funniest
consultation by far...! Closely followed by a little boy (who was
cuteness incarnate) who would only respond in nods - and when his
grandma asked him if he'd lost his tongue, he nodded so cutely too!
haha.
I've met a lot of recovering drug users, alcoholics, depressed
people...not the run-of-the-mill 'cough/cold/runny nose' - and it has
made me rethink some of my attitudes towards these people.
So if anyone is thinking of recommendations for GP...consider
Bathgate...especially since the trains will be up again. And it'll be a
good experience if you're interested in thinking, meeting cool people,
being re-inspired to be a doctor, and spending a good deal of money and
time commuting....!
Jacintha has finally finished
ironing all her shirts. I should either give some away or just content
myself with looking frumpy.
Seniors are leaving. I'll miss the privilege of being a junior to 2 batches. But big girls don't cry...
Nostalgia and slight panic have
set in 2 weeks before we're due to move. West Richmond will lose yet
another Malaysian company once we move!
And it will be the end of 'West Richmond chronicles' and convenience.
How am I ever going to move all these stuff I've accumulated over the past 2 years?!?!
!!Mine!!
