Showing posts with label Yikes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yikes. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Coldest winter in 13 years!

Flipping hell.

Here's somemore snippet:

Sunday will see maximum temperatures of between 2C (36F) and 5C (41F) although temperatures will fall during the course of the day. Temperatures during the night will be minus 1C (30F) to minus 3C (27F) although forecasters predict the mercury could plunge to minus 6C (21F) in some locations.


That's it: I'll be in bed ALL DAY LONG!

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Is this what I want to do, really?

This picture is disconcerting. Why am I looking at it anyway? There are alot more not-so-nice (I dont want to say f***ing horrendous) pictures that I've came across: vaginal discharge, perforated bowel, fungating breast cancer, gangrenous toes that self-amputate. And they all made me questioned myself, is this really what I want to deal with?

Sunday, 11 January 2009

Its cold!!!

Today it was so cold it was unreal. And I'm not even kidding - it was windy, it was so bleak*, it was one of the coldest days this winter season.

I thought the temprature must have gone down to subzero (like in the range of -3 to -5 degree celcius) but the BBC weather centre reported that it has been 3-4 degree consistently throughout the day.

Cars are frozen, seats in the car were friggin cold, the steering wheel was absolute nightmare to touch.

I couldnt even sing as my lips chapped almost immediately after stepping out from my flat. And there were moments when I felt pain shooting through my teeth (super sensitive to cold thgs). Arrrggghhh.

But I was out of the flat anyway- (to get to hospital** and dropping at the town for a bit) and my left leg hasnt quite recovered from the numbness experienced earlier.

I really want snow. Please.

Anyway, at the time of writing, the weather in smallcity is as followed. Trust me it is VERY windy.



*Bleak- yes, although it reminds me of Forks where Edward and Bella live- but no thanks... its too coo...ooo...llll....ddddd............
**Hospital on Saturday morning for history taking and examination. In Joker's tone..why so serious???

Tuesday, 28 October 2008

Nauseous

You see the smile that's on my mouth,
Its hiding the words that don't come out,
All of the friends who think that I'm blessed,
They don't know I'm in this mess.

Lately I've been worrying myself sick with stuff. Important stuff that will have major implication on my future. Never in my life that I've been this restless thinking about something and very unsettled regarding it. For the first time, I am uncertain as to what to do. 

I'm so confused.

At the moment I am slightly depressed, which no amount of chocolate/wine/kiss* could make it right. 

If I am another person looking at me right now, I'll feel nauseous.

*Delete as necessary.
PS: Quote from The Story- Brandi Carlile

Friday, 23 May 2008

Vain entry

I feel awful today.
I woke up to what I think could be deemed as the worst case scenario ever.
I currently have a lot of spots on my dear face.
I really mean a lot.
This is the worst it has been since like lower secondary school.
shit. shit. shit.
Spots on my forehead.
Spots on (both!!!) of my cheeks.
Spots around my nose.
Bloody hell.
To top it all.. the skin around my mouth area is super dry.
I almost didnt go to hospital today. Just want to sit in my dark room and die.

Dont say I didnt warn you.

Sunday, 9 March 2008

The story of the floating stool!

Dr P Aed was glad that her afternoon clinic had finished. She has long clinic list, possibly the longest of all (paediatricians in her hospital). Oh well, for the apparent 2 reasons I guess: i) her intense dedication for kiddies and ii) her being so nice to not say 'NO' to extra appointment.

She looked around her consultation room- toys scattered all over the floor and a messy table: used cups and a dictaphone [she has to dictate a couple more]. 'Later' she said as she headed to the clinic's WC.

As she entered the toilet cubicle she noticed lumps of stool bobbing in the toilet bowl. Gross, I know. Lightly colored, yellowish she said. Offensive smell. Yikes! Whoever used the toilet before her certainly need to learn his/her manner. Flushing isn't that difficult. This must be a case of an irresponsible being.

Gosh, what should she do now? She was completely innocent though, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. People will certainly think that she was the one who made up the mess. The next person will assume that as if its hers. No, surely that cant be right, 'I'm a respectable consultant' she said 'and I dont people to think otherwise'.

Flush- flush- flush!

NOOOOOO! She wailed quietly. The stool was still floating. She felt queasy, prick of sweat started to appear on her forehead. The more she focus on the stool, the more she felt as if the stool was looking at her, mocking! Dear God- what should she do now?

Let give it another couple of tries. Flush... not flushing! She almost given up hope then. FLUSHed for the last time.

[Camera panned from her view to about 10cm away to the toilet bowl] WHOOSH.... gurb..gurb..gurb...[in a slow mo version] the stool thankfully flushed away.

Dr P Aed couldnt believe that this is ever gonna happen to her. Disgusted but relief, she left the WC back to her consultation room.

AHA... She just remembered that it was actually the day of a CF clinic too. Classic!

****end of story****
this is half true, half made-up story. i'll let you decide which one is which.
INFOs: CF (Cystic Fibrosis) is a condition where there is a defect in the Na/Cl channels on the cell surface resulting in problem with digestion and respiration. The actual condition described in the story above is STETORRHOEA. Poor fat absorption in the intestine result in high fat content in stool, making it very difficult to flush and smell really awful [due to bacteria's action]. It is typical to have to flush it a LOT of time to clear it completely from the loo.

(Editor's Note trying to be the devil advocate, hehe: Imagine having to clean up the loos after a big, national level CF patients get-together! Let have a plumber on standby.)