Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Without Grace
Still sick. Stood in OT all day sniffing. On the bright side my senior doc was even sicker than me. Listening to him hack and cough away I'm glad I don't have TB like him. ahaha.
So bayenor recommends this :
"3 teaspoons of honey, slice of lemon, generous dollops of whisky - top up with hot water. it made me feel a whole lot better."
I'll drink to that.
I'm probably not a very inspiring doctor. But heck, your body probably knows whats best for it, so who are we docs to argue? If you crave a drink... then you probably should have one.
For instance, if you take away an alcoholic's alcohol, he...
hey lookit that pink eleph...
blubber
shake
howlllll...
*****
Life in mono
- is waking up alone, and going to work alone.
Reading the messages that appear on my mobile, and grimacing to myself, sometimes.
Driving past Brazil (all you can eat meat) and smiling absently to myself.
Remembering what it was like to hold, and be held by her. Especially when the world seemed to be crumbling apart around me - somehow just being in her arms made it all seem all right again.
Somehow things really did seem easier when she was around.
Life in mono - is tiding through the still of the night with a paper in my hand, and a void by my side, where she used to be.
So bayenor recommends this :
"3 teaspoons of honey, slice of lemon, generous dollops of whisky - top up with hot water. it made me feel a whole lot better."
I'll drink to that.
I'm probably not a very inspiring doctor. But heck, your body probably knows whats best for it, so who are we docs to argue? If you crave a drink... then you probably should have one.
For instance, if you take away an alcoholic's alcohol, he...
hey lookit that pink eleph...
blubber
shake
howlllll...
*****
Life in mono
- is waking up alone, and going to work alone.
Reading the messages that appear on my mobile, and grimacing to myself, sometimes.
Driving past Brazil (all you can eat meat) and smiling absently to myself.
Remembering what it was like to hold, and be held by her. Especially when the world seemed to be crumbling apart around me - somehow just being in her arms made it all seem all right again.
Somehow things really did seem easier when she was around.
Life in mono - is tiding through the still of the night with a paper in my hand, and a void by my side, where she used to be.
