Saturday, October 22, 2005

football is life

the other day we had a game against our juniors in first year, and we were pleasantly surprised to discover that they can play! hooray for them! we had originally worried that we wouldn't be able to have a competitive game (not that we are very good), because having been in UKM for 5 years and seeing 5-8 batches of seniors and juniors, i've come to the conclusion that i am in an unparalleled year in terms of academic quality, extra-curricular talent and all-round ability. hooray for me!

it's quite fun to look back at the years and see where they went - when we were in first year we formed a team, bought jerseys, trained for friendlies and tournaments and in general had a good time. it's really nice to know that this year's freshers may be able to follow in our mould and form their own team and have their own story to tell, 5 years from now.

after all, university education isn't all about parasitology and neonatal jaundice and professors who hit on you - it's got to be a whole lot more than that. it's got to be about being in a team with a bunch of people that you really like, isn't it?

and you know what, when i look back at MY university education, i'll say that i had a very good time - despite the education. :-)

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

depresso mondays

whoever said it was dead right - Mondays are very bad days. not only do you get a weekend hangover (especially after a particularly good weekend), bad things tend to happen on Mondays. i'm sure someone has written about Black Mondays and earthquakes and tsunamis on mondays, so i'll look for something distinctly original.

how about the theory that on Mondays you're slightly more prone to have evil thoughts lurking in your psyche, or that on Mondays you're angrier and therefore more prone to exaggerate the smallish things that happen to you, or that on Mondays, you're conditioned by society to think that bad things always happen and therefore MUST happen?

at any rate, Mondays are bad days, though my Monday yesterday didn't start that way.

i awoke yesterday happy, after a fulfilling weekend. i went to the paediatric wards intent on having some fun feeding this very cute 2-month old boy, and intent on having a good day at Paeds, for a change. the Ward Sister saw me, and took me to the front door, where she showed me a notice that barred all students from the wards because the Professional exams were on. yippee! a free day!

but it was not to be. of all days to bar us from the wards, they chose Monday, when we had two classes that needed attending. so i went for class. twice.

the day got progressively worse. i went for football, and came back to do some paperwork, leaving me no time for dinner before i went for the night rounds in the wards.

and it was my first night round ever - boy, i hate it. we spent like an hour waiting for the specialist to come along, and then it was question this and question that, and we were all made to look and feel like fools. i'll have to say though, that she's a very good doctor, knowledgeable and professional.

and when i got back at midnight sharp, there was cold dinner on my table, courtesy of my roommate. i got to bed around 2am, my Sisyphean rock waiting for me the next day.

that couple of hours, technically Tuesday but psychologically Monday, were very long.

Monday, October 10, 2005

(another) story of a pregnant woman

the would-be mother was a 24 year old primid at expected date of delivery plus 2 days, with leaking liquor for the past 2 hours, without contraction pains or signs of supervening infection. a quick history was taken - it revealed that the pregnancy was planned and wanted, and that antenatally it was uneventful, with regular followups. a quick physical showed a singleton in cephalic presentation with its head engaged.

she was admitted to the labour room to await labour, and she received augmentation intravenously. no analgesia was provided. delivery came 6 hours after admission. a healthy baby boy weighing 3.89kg with an apgar of 9/10 was born at 6.57am, 8 february 1981.

thanks mum - i'm glad labour was quite short! i'll never be trouble again, i promise!

*oh and by the way, these days, i weigh 15 times more than i weighed at birth*

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

paperwork consumes your life!

y'know, mankind would have advanced much further into the future, if it weren't for that stupid creation called "paperwork". tedious as hell, and so tough to swallow - it kills the best of us.

i wish the world was full of people who decided automatically that something was good and worth pursuing, and that you didn't need to sacrifice a small forest in order to put your point across.

sigh... bloody wishful thinking ain't it?

men are *such* pigs

it was a difficult delivery - the mother was in her third pregnancy, the baby is premature. not only was the baby premature, the mother also suffered from hyperthyroidism and pre-eclampsia, which is dangerous because she can suffer seizures and potentially die.

it was a painful delivery too, not helped by the fact that the mother was worried about her condition, and not helped also by the presence, reassuring or otherwise, of a senior registrar, a house officer, a paediatric registrar on standby, 2 (woefully inadequate) medical students, at least 3 nurses - all of whom are shouting at her to bear down-lift up your head-push harder. and she wasn't on any pain relief.

the baby was born, a small girl weighing less than 2kg, requiring resuscitation and neonatal ICU care. the mother then lay there, a glazed expression on her face, the kind that people have after a particularly traumatic incident. she was immobile, unable to tolerate even the slightest motion.

all soon became clear - the baby stable, the mother stitched and cleaned, the shouting subsided - when a nurse came in with a cup of water, a cup of hot Milo and 2 biscuits for the mother to eat and drink, in order to regain her strength.

whereupon the father, hitherto a quiet presence in the room, grabbed the cup of Milo and drained it.

men are *such* pigs.

Monday, October 03, 2005

capistrano swallows

i recently found out a little bit about San Juan Capistrano, a small town in California that has a small christian mission with a small christian church.

every year around March 19, St Joseph's Day, (Joseph being the foster father of Jesus and the husband of Mary. Jesus, after all, was born of immaculate conception - therefore needing a foster father), these swallows return from Argentina. they leave around october every year, probably to escape the winter (if there's such a thing in California) and run to summer in the southern hemisphere.

so anyway, there's tonnes of them swallows making the pilgrimage, every year, rain, shine or tall buildings brightly-lit at night. and it's become an international celebration - of tradition, clockwork precision, Nature's priceless perfection, religion and all of Man's instincts for something to rely on.

there was this guy at the mission, José de Gracia Cruz, known as Acú, who has many stories and legends of the Mission. Acú, a descendent of the Juaneño Indians, was the Mission's bell ringer until his death in 1924.

one of his most colorful tales was that of the swallows (or las golondrinas as he called them). he believed that the swallows flew over the Atlantic to Jerusalem each winter. In their beaks they carried little twigs, on which they could rest on water when tired.

little GPS creatures - God's perfection!