Lemon's Day
Date: Mar 8th, 2008 8:28:18 am - Subscribe
Mood: torn
She's 24 but looks 14 (compliment?).
We took her to Dynasty to get her first piercing without her knowing our intentions prior to entering the place. She didn't want to at first, but we coaxed her and now, there are extra holes in her ear 
(She squeezed my hand so hard that I thought it was going to fall off). I should have taken a picture but all other thoughts left my mind because the pain of hand squeezing was too much.
7th March is also Daffodil Day in Ireland. It's to raise funds for cancer research and care. Yellow = spring, hope, happiness. Quite a lot of people selling daffodils and pins and stuff in the hospital, around town. And I'd see a lot of people with the yellow flowers in their bags or clutched in their hands, or pinned to their tops. It really looks like spring. I forgot to take pictures. Again.
Had seafood for dinner which wasn't as expected (yuck). But I like the feeling of us being together for the first time since... ages.
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I have time on my hands
Date: Feb 23rd, 2008 12:09:14 pm - Subscribe
Mood: colorful
and I spent it by doing a new painting. Didn't realize that it was past midnight when I stopped for a while. Not finished yet though. I just love playing with colours. I thought that I won't have time to do another painting this year, but I thought wrong.
I still have to prepare for that energy draining OSCE exam where there'd be 20 or more clinical stations with 10 or so examiners. And then the finals. And if all goes well, FINAL MED here I come! I bet they just over, over exaggerate the scariness. Yeah..
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Oh crap
Date: Feb 22nd, 2008 4:32:48 pm - Subscribe
Mood: obsessed
Monday: Ga1way University Hospital
Tuesday: Bal1yvaughn general practice
Wednesday - Friday: Milt0wn Ma1bay Medical Centre.
I don't have a car, I don't have a private jet, I'm not superman. How do you expect me to get to all those places on time??? I have to spend the whole day in Ga1way. And they expect me to be in Bal1yvaughn the next morning. The bus to Bal1yvaughn only leaves at noon everyday. The bus from Ballyvaughn to Milt0wn leaves at noon too and it'd take 5 hours to reach that place. And I'd have to take three buses in order to go there. That's how far it is. Must be in some Irish village or something.
And it's the same thing all over again for the next week.
B&B: certainly not cheap.
I still have to think about the flight home. Creeping up to a thousand euros now.
AAAAAARGGHHHH!!!
I wish I'd married a squillionaire. Then I won't have to worry about all this.
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Squillions
Date: Feb 21st, 2008 8:46:24 pm - Subscribe
Mood: electrified
Finished the case reports. Just need to bind them. Dr Keane emphasized on the PROFESSIONAL part. Bleh. I thought I just wanted to staple the whole thing together, but that's not to be. Probably have to go a bit earlier tomorrow.
Did a bit of resuscitation on babies and it was really tiring. And that was only the first cycle of chest compression. OK, so I did carry a few shopping bags the previous day causing the arm ache, but still... No wonder they need a few people to do resuscitation. Interesting experience.
I did a Heimlich maneuver on myself. Choked on a piece of meat. Quite embarrassing.
Still haven't showered and it's nearly 9pm. So much to do and think about. Loads to finish. Squillions to do (Becky Bloomwood anyone?).
Can't wait for the weekend.
Left the hospital in the DARK. Most of the cars were gone. That's how busy things are. I Kinda like it though. As if I'm doing something really important, being this late. Of course, they're important, though nothing life saving. I'm babbling. Anyway, met a few people who seemed drunk on the way home. One of them called out "Is that you Dorothy?" to me. I wonder if that's some kind of slang for something or whether he's really looking for Dorothy.
My seminar was ok. My presentation was ok. I made a typo error with the diabetes type. The shite-ness of that mistake. Huh.
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Hooch
Date: Feb 19th, 2008 10:53:10 pm - Subscribe
Mood: divine
I went to the student research presentation to show some support to my house mate. There were a few very awesome presenters and I was so attracted to this one person (as in his presentation) that i had to bet with Tilla that he's going to get the gold medal. And he did. Never had I been that excited about a presentation on uterine contraction to prevent premature labour. He was that good.
OK, enough about that. Of course there's supposed to be a mingle and eat session after that, where you go and eat small portions of not so yummy food and laugh at not so funny jokes and smile at strangers and scout for that tall, dark, handsome doctor. The dessert was awesome though. Profiteroles. Of course, I didn't touch the wine. Found a hair in my mini pizza. Yuckiness though I didn't lose my appetite. Free food = eat all you can.
I think that I have quite resistant stomach. Drank a bit of suspicious smelling milk and nothing happened. Ate some spicy, hot-enough-to-burn-your-GIT chillies and nada. Ate slices of expired bread (no mold) and nothing happened. This reminds me...I met a young man with depression during my psychiatry attachment. I’m not going to delve further into this since things are supposed to be confidential. But one of the things that I remember most was how he told us how to make prison hooch. The things you can do in prison. It involves mouldy bread in a sock, mixed with warm water, some fruit and left inside a plastic bag behind the radiator. 3 days will result in a strong one. More than that, it’ll leave you high, high, high. And it might blow up.
Not that I’m trying it out. No use to me. Just that it was interesting listening to him.
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