YES! After a severely taxing two months, I've finally got the whole week off. Which means I have the prerogative to do pretty much nothing which is more that one can hope for at this point. I was so stressed up during the final week of the GIT (Gastrointestinal) System that I didn't even get a wink of sleep before the exam. Obviously that proved to be disastrous because during the lab exam, I mistook the appendix for tongue and the salivary glands for rectum - please don't even ask. Anyway, I learnt that INDEED "good things do not happen after 2a.m.".

But whatever, what's over is over.

As I'm back for the holidays, there're a few things and I'm engaged in other than sleeping and eating.

Yes I've moved on. Or should I say moved back. See I'm done with HIMYM and while waiting for the weekly episodes i decided to move back to Scrubs for a while. It's actually quite strange, after joined med school, I find that I can't watch Scrub without having that squirmy feeling that someday my life is going to reach that level where I'd be making hospital rounds in a very sleep-deprived state (I'm already like that currently O.o)

 

Season 2, which somehow isn't all that gripping as the first season..

 

Super Mario! Believe it or not, I never completed the game, EVER. So I'm working my way up now.

 

There was a Hari Raya party at CUCMS which was quite overdue but fun nevertheless. 

I co-conducted teen youth classes last week. I mean it was a matter of time that I got started as I went for training shortly before I finished my first year at CUCMS. I must say, there is something very satisfying about teaching, especially as it was concerning spiritual lessons. But at one point I forgot that we were dealing with adolescents and I think they got overwhelmed with the magnanimity of the topics being discussed. And with much horror I realized I forgot what it felt like to be fifteen years old.

New Carlo Rino flats! I had to get them for my lab exam because I wasn't in the habit of wearing close-toed shoes. My housemates were telling me of this bizarre superstition that they observed about new shoes. Apparently if you don't want your new pair of shoes to bite your feet, you have to bite them first. Like literally sink your teeth in 'em. It wasn't really gross coz they're new but it was just so out of the world that I refused to try it, but sure enough my feet are plastered all over now.

Sky after my OSCE (Objective Structures Clinical Examination) which didn't go all to well. I touched the patient without asking for permission, something that is frowned upon in clinical practice.

Wiedersehen!

My roommate and I were sitting on my bed watching the latest episode of Glee when my bed started moving off it's own accord.

At first I thought I was just imagining it inch away because I was having a really high temperature after today's exam.

But after a while we noticed that only our shoulders were still in contact with the wall because the bed had indeed moved and that was all thanks to one of it's middle legs which was completely bent in the wrong direction.

Bah, I don't have furniture chemistry this year.

First it was hell to assemble the bed and now I think I have to sleep on one side so that it doesn't give away while I'm sleeping. And then there was the zip-up wardrobe which took five people to set up and my book cupboard which I single handedly assembled, feeling so proud of myself when I realized the last piece wouldn't fit and I screwed a hole into it.

Lesson to be learnt; next time only buy furniture from IKEA.

On another note, today was the third exam in a row where my nose was leaking like nuts. I strongly suspect it has something to do with being sleep deprived, but anyway today was by far the best because compared to the last two at least I didn't have to blow my nose on my sleeves or on my shawl. But on the other hand, the dissection hall tissue was so stiff and hard, I felt as if i was lacerating my nose with it.

And I think I have low caffeine tolerance. For the first time ever, I drank four glasses of coffee (the most I've ever drunk) and when I had my sneezing bouts, my parents said they could actually smell the caffeine, which is actually a little scary.

I met Mahathir's wife today! She came over to give a speech and I had no idea that she was the first Malay female doctor.

But more on that later coz I'm severely sleep deprived and we're starting GIT tomorrow.

*suffocates*

Time to hit the broken bed! Wiedersehen!

Last Saturday, I faced what must've been the most nerve-wrecking situation in my life, ever. Getting my lower eyelid incised to remove the chalazion there.

Let me explain what the hell a chalazion is in the first place.

CHALAZION: pronounced - kəˈleɪziən (plural chalazia - kəˈleɪziə)

To medical students, it is a : meibomian gland lipogranuloma
To everyone else, it is a : cyst in the eyelid that is caused by inflammation of a blocked sebaceous gland
To me, it was a : pain in the you-know-where because it was getting larger, more painful and had gained a purplish appearance as if I got punched in the eye.

When I consulted my professor about it, she told me exactly what it was and assured me that the only way to get rid of it was by surgical intervention which meant I had to pay some eye specialist 400 bucks to slash my eyelid. Which is exactly what I did, though at first I was completely in denial and considered living forever with the bulge. That plan got scuppered when all the collected fluids started turning into pus making it impossible for me to do anything with that eyelid without wincing in pain. Then I considered praying really hard, so that God would have mercy on me and just clear the whole thing without me having to face the prospects of surgery. Needless to say that wasn't the plan either.

Anyways, now I can safely say, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. Parts of it were creepy, like how I couldn't feel anything much after being anaesthetized, but I could hear the entire procedure, and that still makes me shudder. The most painful part was definitely getting the local anaesthesia, because it went deep int he inner part of the eyelid.

 

A chalazion. Mine was much bigger towards the end.

And as for the part where I was hoping for a miracle, well this was one. In a way. I mean, it wasn't really very painful and nothing terrible happened. Dr. Hazian, my Clinical Skills lecturer always said that in order to become a good doctor, we must have suffered enough to understand what the patient goes through. And I feel as if I'm already a step closer this way compared to all the assessments and exams I've sat for.

Not that I want any more surgeries.    *shudders*

As I'm down with flu and home alone while everyone else went to class, I decided to take pics of all the birthday presents I got this year.

Well, no I'm not bored. Technically I need to get a move on studying for my finals next week, but hey, it stinks to have to study when your nose is sore from blowing it for a few days and when you're having a fever.

So whatever.

 

 

Ricardo and Flloyd (he's from E'in and the name is from Larry's croc friend in Pearls Before Swine). Flloyd is a hand puppet.

Jean-Claude ( from Shireen, Leow and I hentam-ed a French name for him) and Bing (from Har, and Bing as in Chandler Bing from Friends.)

And Leowie's card :) I would've taken the capo and comics as well but they're at home.

Ok so maybe I am bored.

In a few hours time, it'll be time for my musculoskeletal finals and I'm terrified coz there's just too much. Oh, help!!!!

Evidence that I'm not the only one losing it :











And I have to just stop copying stuff from fb..mann.