The Pensieve

I hereby official declare myself increasingly JINXED! My fever shifts are getting more and more crowded, and I so hate having to get people inside helping me out. (Ok but I lurve you guys manz) Despite me trying to find ways and means to send pple into EDC or resus (hia hia) I’m still getting flooded… gone were the days of studying in the wee hours of the morning and perhaps napping just a teensy bit. Sigh.

And so now my Ellis is rotting next to me. I have no energy to mug the course of the brachial plexus. Sigh.

Ok nice nurse come ask me want milo or not hehe… Luckily I’ve got nicer drinks stashed away in the fridge. Drinking milo will make me feel like one with my COPD uncle / pneumonia ah ma / septic ah gong… No thanks…

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On a hugely different note, many pts from the mainland have been asking me questions like:
- Are you local?
- I’m from Jiangsi… Which part of Ch. do you come from?
- How long have you been working in Sg?

Anyway, sigh I’ve asked those patients to ‘poll’ why they think I’m from you-know-where…
AND IT’S NOT BECAUSE I LOOK CHEENA OK! (stupid ahleong)
It’s because..
1. I have such great complexion with rosy cheeks (actually is just blusher la)
2. My Mandarin is so powder-ful hahaha (pukes) Next time I’ll have to ask them where my accent hails from.
3. I’m very fair. HAHAAH

Ok now my head is officially like hydrocephalus!

First, organising an event, any event is less than anything but hazardous in our department, mainly cuz we all work at staggered hours. Despite our best intentions ie. must schedule an outing that dear K could finally attend… She couldn’t, cuz she broke out in spots. Varicella. Poor thing!

Anyway, according to boss who’s must have done some research, we were to have DIM SUM at Cherry Garden! Mandarin Oriental… damn posh looking place! It was a rather good turn out with close to 20 MOs and like 4 seniors. (The latter’s very important since us poor people’s credit cards would be burnt in that place.) It’ s like one of the first times we people would NOT be dressed in blue and literally ‘let our hair down’.

The bosses looked a bit uncomfortable haha… like a sneaking suspicion we were at the wrong place… There was some discussion about budget though… Apparently it wasn’t specified :D heehee… Like what SM said or was it LP, at most we come back another 6months!

Courtesy of J.

I really liked the interior of that hotel… Nice photo too!

The interesting part was actually the act of getting to the hotel… People kept thinking it was Marina Mandarin and our dear A. Li thought it was PEACH BLOSSOM instead of Cherry Garden. Sigh… And I think he got lost leading a group of people too…

Courtesy of J.

Lunch was a finicky sort of affair with the teeniest bits laid out in beautiful cutlery. Dear Sh. S was especially intrigued by the red stone chopsticks holder thingy…

There was an appetiser of fruits stuff… Date soup, Peking duck, dim sum mixture, some stir fried chicken that J. was fairly convinced was frog leg cuz it was so springy, egg tofu and noodles… (I think we bust the budget big time!)

Courtesy of J.
The cutest dish! A dessert of almond icecream covered with some pandan-avocado erm soup/paste/wat-do-u-call-that, with this dry ice underneath and all that fantastic bubbling and spewing of fumes! haha.. Ok my description does not do justice to that wonderful dessert but it’s better than likening it to APO (courtesy of T. SY)

Lunch was a fairly riotus affair and it was I suppose quite a good end to our posting :)

Mind you this is dopey at the most bimbotic…

What’s good about ED
1. No need to think about how to dress everyday ie. whether neck lines are too low or skirt hems too high.

2. Afternoon shifts - ie can shop in the morning, don’t need to fight for dressing room space.

3. Can wear anything I want pre/post shift.

4. Air-conditioned working environment (unless in fever area).

5. Can save up by not having meals or eating from the trolley.

6. Resus resus resus

7. All my equipment is in the same room unless some sneaky person steals my PR jelly!

8. Such excitement and chaos! Very stimulating indeed!

What’s good about WW (ward work)
1. Can dress up! Put make up and not hide it behind a mask!

2. Weekends are usually off, or at least more offs on weekends (but what for anyway… there’s nowhere worth going)

3. Dangly earrings!!! Dangly earrings!!! Need I say more?

4. I have slaves ie. HO (muahahhahaha…)

5. Can wear heels!

6. Can go straighten my hair and not tie it up.

What’s ugly about WW
1. Chronic cases… Just before a much anticipated discharge, they spike a temperature.

2. I hate rounds, I hate mornings… I hate having to go to work at the same time every morning! So boooorrrring…

3. I hate having to look forward to weekends. So pathetic.

4. ICS applications.

5. The heat.

6. No istat machine.

Time flies real quick, and before I knew it I’m back from Tassie!!! Had a fabulous trip but first things first, better start studying and paying all my insurance blah blah before I start posting those fantastic pictures up and doing my travelogue.

The only time where time crept past was the arduous 17 hours of waiting for the Q… F… aeroplane to be repaired (cuz the flaps weren’t working). *Shudders* By the time all that waiting was done, I was too tired to even consider the possibility of crash-landing. I’m never going to take this airline! During my wait there, there were plenty of other delays albeit just a half hour or one hour but they were ALL QF flights!

Apart from that, I would say some of their air stewardess ought to go for retraining. Can you imagine one of them actually shouting at a passenger who was actually very polite and even accusing him of abusing her! It was ridiculous! After she said that, an entire group of passengers really got abusive. Hah.

On the other hand, there was this ground staff who was most patient, engaging and helpful. With her smattering of Italian, she helped put to ease a group of passengers who were worried about missing their connecting flight, and with her patience, she managed to make out some very-accented English of a passenger who was ill and needed to buy medication. Kudos to her, I say!