Wedding bells, wedding bells… It’s kind of sad that we don’t really hear ‘em bells ringing at weddings these days. Just went for my cousin’s wedding at Meritus Mandarin, was quite a big affair, with close to 60 tables all packed with people all dressed up prettily. I was post call that day, and feeling rather zonky, so mostly I just stoned at the table…
I noticed with not great surprise that one of my cousins, who’d announced marriage plans with his gf (whom he has not taken the bother to introduce to ANY of his other relatives) was chatting non stop with her. Usually he’s just so quiet he blends into the furniture. What surprised me was that the lovely girl did not know that he does not take prawns… :-/
And then one of my uncles came to drag me to visit the entire kampong (the children whose parents had lived and worked with my granddad in Hainan). To think that this same man, who used to make my visits hell (because he loved to ridicule my appearance) and make it so awkward for me, apparently now hopes to bask in the glory of me being a doctor. (Him, not me) and it felt like I was some prize horse/dog/pig put thru the steps. Sheesh. I think I just looked bored as hell. Every single one of those old pple I shook hands with, or patted me on my back, just looked like my patients who went for TKR/THR/colectomy…
Then when I finally got back to my table, I spent most of the entire night hoping and praying that no one would collapse from AMI/hypoglycaemia/PE… and none of those cute lil ‘uns running around screaming with their immensely healthy lungs would suffer a greenstick or a HI.
There’s nothing like my profession to give a person a whole new look towards wedding dinners.
