Hectic day today, one interactive in the morning and 3 tutorials almost back to back, all the way till 630pm. But my day still managed to end off ‘poetically’…
Upon spilling out of the air-conditioned ward post a gruelling tutorial where we discussed enigmatic issues like:
How does ivig work in ITP?
Which white blood cell would u rather draw?
Why do neutrophils have such lobulated nuclei?
Why is the notion that diapers in infants increase their risks of UTI part of our imagination?
Why did post-strep GN use to be common in Sg during the kampung days?
To get back to the point (can you imagine how much we circumducted in our tutorial?), we all ended up in some sort of cloud of our own…
EW in her ever-growing thundercloud, Boss in his dream state (where, judging from the expression of bliss on his face, must have been counting the profits from his new and improved claypot chicken), Irene in a state of contemplative nirvana, and Suzy and Kandy having reached a sort of enlightenment… in the clouds la (so high up there we mortals cannot follow them…)
We stepped out into the lift area and were instantly engulfed by a sort of haziness smelling like burnt twigs and grass… the infamous haze!
I think it paralleled the superconcentrated state I’d arrived at the end of those tutorials!
