*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
>br>
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Thursday, January 20, 2011 @ 4:50 PM
I've been sleeping like a log for 10 hours with absolutely no guilt at all. Hey, this girl gotta rest once in a while too, mm kay? But come to think about it, I have been sleeping like a log for DAYS! EKKK. Even before my Paedatric posting starts. Well, I guess I'm trying to save and generate and store sufficient energy to go through the next 9 months with sick, screaming, and very easily irritated children. I would definitely adore them oh-so-much if only they would sit still and look cute all the time... but in the hospital, that ain't what you get most of the time. They might not look cute; they might even look terribly ill and dying... which is what I DISLIKE. WHY? 'Cause I'm afraid I might cry. At the sight of those small little angels. The other day, when our lecturers showed us pictures of ill children, I felt so sad for them. This kind of feeling, this kind of sympathy did not come to me as well when I was in the adult's ward. Maybe because they're just... children... and being children, to suffer like that in the hospital with all the IV drips hanging on their hands... needles for venupuncture... and what's worse is bone marrow aspiration.... gosh. Once I saw a bone marrow aspiration on a young teenager. He was 13. Eventhough the doctors gave him local anaesthetics, the boy would still cry out loud in pain. Sometimes, I wonder.... why didn't the anaesthetics work? Is it because the doctors didn't really inject them in properly? Or is it that the boy cried because he felt the pressure and not pain, and he freaked out and, hence he cried? Hmmm. But I felt so bad for him when he kept screaming "Mother! Mother!!" and after the procedure was over... slowly, his wailing died off and he lied there with tear rolling down his eyes so miserably. He clutched his pillow and wept silently, in pain or not (that I'm not sure). But I know he didn't enjoy that procedure of course. And oh, the most disgusting thing on that same night was the doctors (Housemen) were actually laughing, giggling, and joking as they did the procedure... yesh, with a frightened young boy lying there. Damn them. ~ Anyways, I gotta go hang my clothes under the lovely Sun now~ Nature is sooo beautiful. I'm actually enjoying all the Sunshine that we could get here...! And hopefully the damn monsoon don't ever come back until next year ! Labels: footprints, medical., uni |