Ok semi-rhetorical question, what's worse than bumping into your ex's mom ( Read more... )

 Can I just gripe that the two main reasons why I hate tidying my room are:
1.  dust allergies
2. nostalgia.

Yuck and YUCK.  *sneeze*

So I learnt the hard way, but here's some advice for all the medical students/junior doctors out there ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've done one of these travel entries (Antwerp, Chiang Dao, Hanoi, Hong Kong, and Siem Reap being some of the places I've visited since my last holiday-related post), but I forgot to bring my camera on my first ever jaunt to the City of Angels so I figured I'd better document some things, since I haven't got my usual barrage ( Read more... )

So much has happened since I last properly considered my life and all that it means, being back here in Singapore after a long time abroad.  I miss my friends, I miss my grotty flat, and I've wasted far too many hours looking at photos of good times' past on Facebook and being envious of all the gatherings and parties I've had to click 'not ( Read more... )

1.  My Anna Kournikova-endorsed, supposedly hardy, slightly pricey, awfully sentimental-ly analogue watch which has accompanied me for the last 7 years of my life, suddenly decided to give up the ghost while I was performing CPR on a patient.  Who still didn't make it in the end, may he RIP ( Read more... )

I am bracing myself for the onslaught of girth-enhancing pastries in the innocuous little plastic containers, not to mention the "So when are you settling down ah?" questions which kicked off this evening... and yet, the festive season this year has already begun to fill me with a warm fuzzy nostalgia having been bereft of a family to celebrate the ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting at home with a WHOLE DAY to myself feeling a mixture of (arguably fever-induced) delirious happiness that I don't have to be at work, and nagging guilt that my poor colleagues have to cover for me.  Went on call on Wednesday night and trudged through cannula-setting, blood-taking, post-op reviewing with a drippy nose (thank goodness ( Read more... )

I asked him, "So do you ever wish you were a doctor too?"

"Of course not!  You always look so sad when you come home from work,"  he replied.

I'm hoping it's just hormonal.

The Department of Internal Medicine here is called DIM for short, and house officers are HO's, ergo "Hello this is the DIM HO calling to ask you about..."

It's the little ironies in life.  :)