Tuesday, 21-Sep-2004 10:37 PM

It's not over yet.

I feel like this year made up for the last 6 or so with all the birthday celebrations I had. I haven't wanted to celebrate my birthday in years. Thursday at clinic I got a chocolate cake and presents to go with it! The girls and I went out for dinner that night because Mel was flying home the following day. Saturday was my actual birthday and I had yum cha with my sister and her boyfriend and then dinner at Hurricanes with my bro and his wife, my sis and her boyfriend. Sunday we had semi melted icecream cake and drinks at my friend's place then headed to the city for dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe (only because a certain person wanted to use his 25% off voucher). There were a whole bunch of people celebrating their birthday there. A 9 year old girl, 11 year old girl and 16 year old girl. There was also a guy there that 'had his first cocktail'. Then there was Karen and I. So that was pretty embarassing.

Some drunken person wanted to sing so we ended up going for karaoke after that. I can't sing for peanuts so I was dreading it a little but a few drinks later and no one really cared about how bad they were. Everyone was dancing on the floor and the modular lounge so that was great because it took the attention off whoever was singly (badly).

Monday morning I got a box full of goodies from Salami =) Every year he gives me a huge box with all these presents individually wrapped. I feel completely spoiled ! My favorite thing is the birthday card and the fact that he makes the effort to completely fill it up. He bought me this sketchbook that he said I picked up one day at a store and mentioned that it was a perfect size. He also bought me some beads (he said he took a chance on those) so I could make more jewellery with it. Not exactly the kind I'd pick out but that was sweet regardless =) He also got me this electronic New York Times crossword puzzle thing for the long flights over. He said 'don't worry, they even have the easy ones so you can do it!'. How rude!:P

Tomorrow I've stupidly agreed to take a friend's morning shift at a different clinic. After that I'm heading out to Newtown for cocktails! Woo =)

Friday, 17-Sep-2004 10:09 PM

Last day of uni today! I think I drank a little too much...it's only hit me now though, after I've driven home. We've been drinking since 1:30pm..bad bad bad. Didn't want to carry my camera around so I only took about three photos and put it back in the car.

Tomorrow is my birthday!

Monday, 13-Sep-2004 11:11 PM

I was feeling absolutely awful today and when I walked into clinic for my evening shift, the guys were on reception. They took one look at me and asked if I'd been smoking weed :P They said I looked stoned. Gee thanks.

"Seriously! Have you?? Yours eyes even have that glazed look!"

Bah.

This was Boston's idea of keeping me company throughout the weekend:

He's been a big sook the whole week! Always coming up to me and stretching both arms up onto my lap and wanting to be carried. He's so dog-like sometimes. It's so cute =)

Monday, 13-Sep-2004 0:12 AM

Well it's all over. This pretty much sums up my weekend:

Number of hours being examined in three days: 18

Number of hours of sleep in three days: 13

Number of ginko biloba tablets taken in three days: 5

Number of echinachea tablets taken in three days: 12

Man. I've had less sleep than the total hours spent doing the exams!

Instead of catching up on sleep after the exam today I took a 30 minute nap and got up because I was going to watch a movie with friends. They decided to watch the 9:15pm movie instead of the 7pm so I ended up cleaning the fridge and doing laundry. I haven't eaten very much the past week. I'm always starving though and every time I make something, I just can't seem to eat it. Perhaps it's my bad cooking??

We watched 'Suddenly 30' - a movie I had no intention of paying money to see but strangely enough, actually enjoyed it. Either that or I was too braindead and exhausted to really absorb anything in (not that that movie had much to absorb). I actually cried at one point. Of course I tried to cover it up with the excuse of having a cold and needing to blow my nose.

Speaking of braindead, I've knocked over three glasses of water these past few days. I was so tired driving back I didn't notice I was driving over the line :P Plus it's garbage recyling week and I put the paper and plastics/bottles in the wrong compartments and now they're all mixed up :(

Friday, 10-Sep-2004 5:17 PM

Physically, mentally and emotionally depleted.

Honestly, I would cry right now but I don't even have the energy to shed one tear.

Thursday, 09-Sep-2004 5:02 PM

This week really hasn't got much going for me. I woke up yesterday with a sore throat, the flu and a fever.

Plus, tomorrow is the start of my US Board exams which run from Friday through to Sunday.

I want to cry right now.

Thursday, 09-Sep-2004 0:44 AM

The plane flew over my head just over two hours ago. I am the only one here. Sigh.

Wednesday, 08-Sep-2004 0:57 AM

My grandmother just passed away =( What kills me most is knowing that my mom must be really hurting right now and there isn't anything I can do about it. She adored her mother so, so very much.

Sunday, 05-Sep-2004 11:57 PM

So I'm an idiot. Friday night my sister reminded me that it was almost Father's Day. The two of us decided to have yellow roses delivered to my dad as a joke. He likes yellow roses for some reason...I mean, I'm taking this on the fact that he has fake plastic yellow roses (you Malaysians out there know the kind! The ones with bits of clear glue splattered over the petals to make it look like dew has so graciously blessed them :P ) in his apartment. Anyhow, we wrote a stupid little poem to go along. It went something like this:

Bricks are red,

Violets are blue,

Roses come in yellow,

Especially for you!

Saturday he calls me up.

"What is this 'Roses come in yellow, especially for me, huh??!!' "

"What do you mean, Dad? It's funny! Don't you find that funny??!"

"They're not yellow!"

"What?! What color are they!?"

"They're LIGHT PINK!"

Ahhhhhhhhhh! GOOD LORD. Stupid flower people! Didn't they get the poem!!?! The flowers were supposed to be yellow!!!! Bah.

Not only that, I had the damn flowers delivered one day too early :( Had I not apologised to my dad for that, he wouldn't even have known! :

"Why? When is the actual day?"

"Sunday!"

"Does that mean you're getting me something else then too?"

Yeah yeah, dream on Dad.

Sunday, 05-Sep-2004 2:46 PM

Sunday: studying at the library :(

If I had a dollar for everytime I looked out the library window at a bird and wished I was one (oh how my life would be so much easier!), I'd be able to buy me a double scoop icecream from Haagen Dazs to console myself! :P

Saturday, 04-Sep-2004 6:11 PM

The patient. My challenge.

Thursday when I walked into the clinic, the students on reception were looking at me with concern. They told me I had a new patient and that it didn't look good. There was something seriously wrong with the patient scheduled in.

Obviously this freaked me out and after rushing to use the bathroom (because my bladder seems to be the size of a peanut and conveniently shrinks to the size of a ricegrain when I'm anxious!) I came back to find the patient hobbling up the stairs. There were major gait deformities going on and many other complicating factors to her 'shoulder problem' that I was about to find out.

Anyways, to cut a long story short, the patient is suffering from a rare disease. She was born with both hips dislocated and both knees dislocated too. The supervisor wanted xrays taken so she had to wait extra long because the xray machine was being used at the time. Positioning her to take cervical xrays proved to be a massive challenge. There were just so many positions where she didn't seem to be able to obtain. I didn't really treat her that day except for some soft tissue work and trigger point therapy while we waited to take xrays. When she left, I was completely stumped by this rare disease I'd never heard of and how I was going to be able to help her.

She's bringing her xrays in later this week and I'm really not sure what to expect. 'A whole lot of shit' says my supervisor.

It's patients like this that I really wish I could help in some miraculous way. I really wish that a few weeks or months down the track, she'll walk in the door and be beaming and much happier than the very first time she stepped foot into the clinic. She'll thank me for all I've done and I'll tell her that I'm glad she walked in that Thursday back in August and that they scheduled her under my name.

Sigh. I can hear fingers clicking in my head and I'm awake again and back to reality. And the reality of it is I really don't know what to do to help her. Plus the supervisor wants me to check her hips out and she weighs more than twice my weight. I don't want to break my back in the process.

Saturday night and I'm home. Studying. Now that's present-time reality. Quite sad isn't it.

Thursday, 02-Sep-2004 10:32 PM

Salami's dad is one of those dad's that just knows everything. He's like a walking factbook. He doesn't even watch tv unless it's educational. Anyways, Salami just emailed me this:

My mom told my dad that he smelled like BO and he said "No.  That's sweat - there's a difference.  BO is fermented sweat which I don't have."  He's a nutcase.

Wednesday, 01-Sep-2004 7:35 PM

People who are constantly talking in the library need to be shot up the ass. Sometimes when someone is talking to the point where my blood boils, I feel like taking one of my textbooks and slamming it against their head or throwing it at their head. Hell, if I miss, I still have a stack of ammunition :

Not a good way to start the first day of Spring I know. Plus my parents left today :(