ahhhhh

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

I SCREW UP MY CVS AND ABDO EXAM!

AND NO, I DON'T LIKE TO EXPLAIN PROSTATE CANCER AND RECTAL EXAMINATION!

conference

My impulsive behaviour lately startled me. I've decided originally that my timetable is not suitable to attend our church conference which will run for three days. And it is not cheap either, $105. But today, within 1 minute chatting with a law friend, I signed up the application for the conference and swiped my card. It is only after I got home that I realised I could only attend one third, if lucky, of the sessions. It runs the whole day on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Obviously, I can't attend morning and afternoon sessions for Thursday and Friday. I've forgotten as well that I'll be at Masterton the whole day on Saturday. Oh well, I can't really de-swipe the card. Even if it is one third of the sessions, I believe God's presence worth more than anything.

Btw, I need a 24 hours on call guy subject for my OSCE practice who doesn't mind me poking around the stomach or knocking on the chest or doing boring stuff like breathing through the mouth slowly and saying 99 over and over again. Anybody keen?

End of surgical attachment

Final day of surgical run. No words or numbers could sum up how much I've learned throughout these 9 weeks. It was a bad start for me. Reading back from my blog entries at the beginning of the run, I was depressed. I hated surgeons. They are snobs. Yes, I still agree so. However, there's always a few exceptions. I had a lot of fun in theater lately. I actually skipped my clinics today to stay for the theater. Compared to 9 weeks ago, I dreaded theater because it is dead boring (nobody explain to me what's going on), I felt awkward (because everybody is busy doing SOMETHING while I just stand and watch) and I was paranoid about being the innocent bystander that received the blast from angry surgeons.

How ironic it is that I actually did more during the last day of my surgical run than all the days summed up. I still have an issue with self-confidence. It is something that I will have to cultivate over time. I'll get there one day. Eventually.

the trend of the world

Warning: This is strictly my personal opinion

American's economy is heading towards a downward spiral. It's beyond salvation now. I was reading the news on Fox about how Boston Zoo may be forced to close and euthanize 20% of the animals due to devastating budget cut. I am not an expert on economy. An economist would probably say recession is self-limiting, it comes in season and it goes with season. But in reality, America is living in debt, not billions but trillions, how long can she stays that way? The credit card company 'gives' you a month of lavish spending, but at the end of the month, you will have to pay the cost plus interest.

The glory and pride of a country comes and goes just like waves in the ocean. It started in the East (Mesopotamia), migrating to Eastern Europe (Greek, Rome, Spain, etc.), then Western Europe (France, Germany, UK, etc), then America. Who's next? If you look at the globe, Asia (esp China) is just around the corner!

Weather

I must praise Welly for her well behaviour so far. *Hint* Another plus sign for you guys to work here. Dunedin is cold as always, if not, worst this year. One would think Auckland which is all the way up north might have a better weather which is not true. A friend coming back from Auckland reported that it is no longer raining up there, it is rain-a-launch. Even wiper set to the max could not clear the screen. All that could be seen is two blurry red dots that suggest another vehicles at the front. If you felt a resistance, oops, too close, too late. Couldn't even hear the 'crash'.

Wellington is known to be windy. Sometimes. But it doesn't bother me, not like I'm gonna be blown away and ended up in the ocean. Might be difficult for girls to eat burgers outdoors with the hair getting in the way. Overall, welly is pretty blessed with the weather. *Come! Come!*

Internal alarm

This was not the first time I forgot to set my alarm from pm to am. Just 15 minutes before I was meant to be in radiology department, I jolted out of my bed as if electrocuted. I was still fast asleep but all of a sudden I heard a clear voice COMMANDING me to get up. Weird. Either that was God or God setting an internal alarm within me.

I am still catching up with the news regarding the death of MJ. Ok, I admit, I used to be a crazy fan of him. Took me a few years to grew out of idolising him. I was reading the news from CNN, BBC, Fox and NZ TV3 website. Blame it on the very isolated location of NZ. The TV3 reporter said that MJ died of heart failure. Gosh! That's a big difference, cardiac arrest and heart failure. Put it this way, if MJ had heart failure, he would probably looked like a balloon with swollen ankles. He would have to carry an oxygen tank while doing his moon walk. I pitied the physicain who cared for MJ. Never sign yourself up to become a physicain for a high profile persona. The world will never let you go until a bone was found within the egg.

Frustration

Frustration.

When things don't go the way you want.

When somebody held you up after all the effort of trying to be early.

When people ignored the urgency in your voice.

When you feel like using violence to force the message into somebody's head.