Saturday, December 11, 2004
Afterburn
Okay, last night wasn't too bad, I got three hours of sleep.
Oh my God, I'm turning into one of Them. I mean, one of Us.
Gaa. Next thing I know I sure talk like them one, then how.
Aaaa.
Okay, but seriously.
I had a pretty good call, didn't get to do much since I'm still the unquantified rookie (That's the experience coming back from abroad... nobody trusts you. Or maybe it's just because I look dodgy. But I swear my MBBS, bought from a Pakistan website is 100% genuine, or at least printed to look that way!) except observe a couple appendixes.
To be honest, the last time I saw an appendicectomy was ages and ages ago as a med student (when I saw a LOT. The UK experience was wandering into theatre a lot, being told to scrub in, then being utterly ignored while trying to peer over the tabletop at an operating field barely within sight thanks to the towering 2m tall surgeons. Well it felt like that anyhow.) and having not done ANY reading at all (I really must go and buy myself a surgical textbook one of these days...) I don't really have a clue, so it was good to watch and be talked through part of an appedicectomy; nevermind that one was perforated and the other was perforated, retrocaecal, and necrotic at the base (doh!) meaning the op was done by the registrar instead, with very little in the way of explanation, and a lot of swearing.
Anyhow, I got to saucerise (layspeak : make big cut, dig around with finger a lot, and then make wound even bigger! whee.) 1 (one) abscess. Yay me.
*****
My local bank, HSBC just posted me a USB lamp in the mail. It didn't come with a letter or anything, it just arrived as a small unmarked package. I'm leaving it far away in the corner of the room, and imagining that it's making small ticking noises, or else trailing a suspicious white powder from the USB cable.
I don't get it. Why? Why??
*****
I was going to follow-on to my post about the Obscene Orchard XXXmas Phallictrees with a rant wondering why nobody else seems perturbed by the weird, vaguely frightening singing-and-dancing/writhing trees with the weird-butterfly-thingummybobs-on lining the rest of Orchard Road, but it seems that somebody's already beaten me to it.
Shrug.
I remember a time when walking down Orchard Road was a perfectly safe, wholesome family event...
Oh my God, I'm turning into one of Them. I mean, one of Us.
Gaa. Next thing I know I sure talk like them one, then how.
Aaaa.
Okay, but seriously.
I had a pretty good call, didn't get to do much since I'm still the unquantified rookie (That's the experience coming back from abroad... nobody trusts you. Or maybe it's just because I look dodgy. But I swear my MBBS, bought from a Pakistan website is 100% genuine, or at least printed to look that way!) except observe a couple appendixes.
To be honest, the last time I saw an appendicectomy was ages and ages ago as a med student (when I saw a LOT. The UK experience was wandering into theatre a lot, being told to scrub in, then being utterly ignored while trying to peer over the tabletop at an operating field barely within sight thanks to the towering 2m tall surgeons. Well it felt like that anyhow.) and having not done ANY reading at all (I really must go and buy myself a surgical textbook one of these days...) I don't really have a clue, so it was good to watch and be talked through part of an appedicectomy; nevermind that one was perforated and the other was perforated, retrocaecal, and necrotic at the base (doh!) meaning the op was done by the registrar instead, with very little in the way of explanation, and a lot of swearing.
Anyhow, I got to saucerise (layspeak : make big cut, dig around with finger a lot, and then make wound even bigger! whee.) 1 (one) abscess. Yay me.
*****
My local bank, HSBC just posted me a USB lamp in the mail. It didn't come with a letter or anything, it just arrived as a small unmarked package. I'm leaving it far away in the corner of the room, and imagining that it's making small ticking noises, or else trailing a suspicious white powder from the USB cable.
I don't get it. Why? Why??
*****
I was going to follow-on to my post about the Obscene Orchard XXXmas Phallictrees with a rant wondering why nobody else seems perturbed by the weird, vaguely frightening singing-and-dancing/writhing trees with the weird-butterfly-thingummybobs-on lining the rest of Orchard Road, but it seems that somebody's already beaten me to it.
Shrug.
I remember a time when walking down Orchard Road was a perfectly safe, wholesome family event...
