0555 on my first gs call.

 

In anticipation of 6am bloods rush, I dragged my tired (++) body out of bed at 0500 to bathe, change, brush my teeth, dry my hair and all in all get prepared for yet another long day (Saturday!) on teamone. And while still awaiting the onslaught of nursing calls to do bloods, I am sitting around reading Channelnewasia.com.

Retrenchments forecasted to grow this year... not unexpected given the state of the global economy. During times like these I am glad I chose to medicine. I have never heard of any doctors being retrenched. Have you? In some ways, am also relieved that Pappy is going away where he is at least a little bit sheltered from the battering of the home economy. So hey... I guess there are always good things coming my way.

On the topic of things that have been comforting... sms-es from __ when I am on call ALWAYS make me smile. It's nice. Haha.

I am feeling sleepy. 0600. Bring it on 6am bloods! Hurhur.

In this profession, work necessitates one to rise early. And I love mornings... they make me feel hopeful because a brand new day has arrived and postcall means my team-mates are on the way to work to save my sorry ass after >30 hours of workingnonstop.

So first day with a new team back in the hothouse of all medical expeditions.... :) Man... it's been ages.

At the rate I am going... if I keep this up, I won't be seeing hHh for quite some time yet. It's weekend after weekend all over again... late nights, early mornings, loooonnnnng hours and workworkwork. But I feel so rejuvenated by the thought that my life is getting some action again! Haha. I bet I won't be saying this in another month.

Still. It's lovely to be back. Like a breath of freshfresh air.

I've missed the hospital.

Driving home got me thinking about what things will be like in future. I really doubt that this kind of lifestyle is sustainable in association with extracurricular activity. I am pretty sure that whatever extracurricular activity I have is going to completely dwindle and so byebye hHh. Haha.

Right now. I am helping Mum sew up a bit of her dress... a task that was relegated to me because despite my mother's great housekeeping skills working with needle and thread is among one of her few weaknesses. And it's only grown even worse with age and de-proving eyesight. I used to really hate sewing too. But oh well. I daresay I still prefer sewing to ironing. Haha.

Last weekend of leave before I start work again.

I spent a morning leisurely with the parents. Dad has been rushing around the last couple of weeks and will be rushing around some more until the parents leave. He hasn't been feeling all that great with all the long hours of travel and I've been a little concerned for his health. As parents get older, these are just things you worry about more and more. But it's nice to be able to eat breakfast with them at our favourite chai-tao-kway stall.

Dad was trying to educate me on modern day relationships with illustrations from... of all places... the Sex and the City movie. According to him, the movie was a very well-done and thought out movie about the dynamics of modern day men and women in love. Wow. Hahaha. My father: the guru on modern day relationships. HAHA. Evidently Sarah Jessica Parker and friends seem to have educated him well over the course of 2 hours.

I know I keep saying it. But I really shall miss my parents a lot when they are away. Nothing beats having breakfast with them early in the morning on weekends.... even if it involves dragging Dad out of bed at 7am. Or if it involves trying to guess what Mum would like to eat. Or if they nag while I drive. Or announce to the whole world that I am their daughter.

It's also semi-amusing as I discuss details of my own life with them. Honestly if you had told me as a teenager that I would or could be so open with my parents re: my relationships and my thoughts about career and future, I would have been shocked. But I am very transparent with my parents and I like that I can share with them these things without being afraid that they will judge me. They are honest with me too I guess about their own expectations. I think especially with Daddy I really appreciate that he can tell me honestly his own disappointments at work, his own personal challenges etc. It means a lot to me to have him share these things with me.

When you love people and they love you, it gives you strength and courage.

So today. We'll see... we'll see.

But I think it does sort of seep out through the crevices of the unknown and if you don't look/ think it goes away a little bit.

Starting new posting soon. A little anxious. Esp after receiving a msg today from.... the head! Oh dear. Haha.

Anyway.

Life is so unpredictable that I don't think anything that is happening now is anything that I would have expected to have happened say... a year ago.

A was okay.... the landscape reminded me of Melbourne. And the weather was nice. But oh I missed my home! I missed good old Singapore FOOD. And I missed my parents too. Okay. I know I am in my twenties and I should be less attached to M and D. But I can't help it. I reallyreally missed them. Of course it was fuelled by the knowledge that they won't be ard Singapore for that long more. Sigh.

It's been a good break though... I'm looking forward to getting back into the mess of sgh again! :) Like excited but also worried about whether too much time spent in medical suburbia has rotted my wits. Haha.

After a cosy day at home yesterday, and some thoughtful shopping in the evening, I am all set to zoom! :) (On a side note: is shopping ever thoughtful? Haha) I have generally no qualms about price, so long as it doesn't bankrupt me. It's hard to find things that I reallyreally like and will wear/ use repeatedly. Besides, a girl must always look good and feel good in order to be good! Hehe... I come up with the bestest theories sometimes... :)

Chech and I are leaving for our A trip tonight! We've been planning this for ages... and I am so pleased as punch that it's finally happening...


I am sorry to say that I shall miss the first F1 night race ever in Singapore. But hey, there's always next year and nothing beats the thought of the wind in my hair, a vast expanse of the sea and cellar-door chasing. As you can tell, I have a great deal more interest in vineyards than I do in racecars. Over and above everything, I am eager to get out of my beloved cosmopolitan city. Even though Singapore is the best place in the world for me-the-working-adult, I need that time and space to rest and relax before diving headlong into action again soon.

This trip shall mark the end of hHh and the beginning of something new.