Stop. Short.
Never to go again.

So after having nursed my working shoes with two tegaderm for twenty-four hours, I reported for work this morning with this laced up black shoe. I thank the upstairs for the huge distraction, thereby allowing me to escape the wise eyes of all seven of the clinical instructors. Yes, the year one sem two ngee ann babies are here. Cases rolling in starting today. The new HO, Alvin, is fantastic. MO is sucky, as per usual. Shifts timing changed, we have to follow the preceptor, strictly. Sashayed our way down to Chinatown, Beth and I, for tasty durian puffs and refreshing desserts. I dumped peanut paste for this mango sago pomelo thing that is oh-so-to-die-for. We came to an agreement to invade Good Wood Park Hotel for their durian whatsoevers on our next common off day and I cannot wait for that. Headed down to Vivo there afters for a new pair of working shoes. Detoured to Marina Square because the branch at Vivo doesn't have it in my size. I'm HUGE on service attitudes, and I think the staffs at Marina Square needs a wake-up call; the sooner the better. I'm swearing off Crocs from today, after obviously, having bought the pair from them. Well, for one the girl seemed super reluctant to bill my purchase. I know, bad timing. I'd much prefer to serve the group of guys who just entered as well. But still, hello, I'm already paying.

For today, I was so caught up in the paperworks, obsessed with settling all the changes, such that I do not have a proper conversation with my patients. This is no good. My pillar of support was micturating when I happily walked in on her; but because of time constraint, she didn't give a hoot about her peeing and insisted on talking to me. Gawd, this is motivation and I heart her so. And my preceptor asked me this question today, which led to a huge misunderstanding where we both ended up in uncontrollable fit of laughters. I think we were so loud, because dear Alvin came into the curtain and asked if we needed tranquilisers. He caught us both in such an unglam position, and the poor patient was looking at us all with her eyes wide open. Courtesy of SN Esther, I now have my own ohh-la-la name stamp attached to this black ink pen. I heart her so so much. I'd love her more if my name was printed as Yek Elaine instead of Elaine Yek. Then again, it doesn't really matter, JUST for this once.

This weekends, I'm doing christmas shopping. YAY! (:

Take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad.

I have a bad feeling that I'd be the only student nurse in the afternoon shift later. Gawd. Then tomorrow's morning shift, and I'm already looking very very much forward to desserts after. Peanut paste makes me drool. Guess what. It's the cranky shifts, transitions from morning, evening, morning, evening, morning, evening, and back to morning and evening again. Thank goodness the weekends are off. Time for some good christmas shopping. Night shifts' next week. (/sings: Ooh mama this is hot hot HOT.)

It's apparent. Someone toyed with the connections in my head.

 

I need to swim laps, like now.
Because the brain's all clogged up.

After five long months of slogging and endless demanding use of the brain cells, we launched the event proper yesterday, gracing the grounds of NYP's atrium with our presence, and with our music. Such that when five pm came, I was left with a sense of satisfaction, mixed with a sense of loss. Wounded like some stray animal, not knowing what's next. StompAIDs took up so much of my time and so much of my brain space, now that it's over and done with, I'm left near blank with such a huge space in my pretty little head.

The preparation on thursday for yesterday was lovely, in a way. It's sweet to see all of us working all together to set up the necessary stuffs, so sweet to see us all hard at work, so satisfied to see that we are finally up and ready for friday. Thursday ended later than planned, friday started earlier than expected. I ran on a severe lack of sleep and ignored the lead-covered eye lids and groaning brain. When eleven am came, i can't wait for five pm. When it's four pm, I dreaded five pm. Everyone was great, hiccups here and there, constant troubleshooting and the likes took us all the way. The hunks were fantastic, I couldn't ask for more. 

Kept checking and asking if I was stressed, and kept telling me to relax. The reassurances were so so sweet and so badly-needed. Fake smiles and confidence, I was dead tired inside. But still, it was utterly mood-lifting. And the drop the formality drill. He makes me laugh. I hope we win at least a third for this challenge. I'd cross fingers and toes while waiting for the results.

It's First of December today, it feels so, significant, in a way. It's definitely a time for friends and the likes now. Not forgetting my TP test on the 17th. I'm looking forward to Christmas and the festive moods, the present galore and the spending of cash like there's no tomorrow. Soak up the atmosphere, I'd start with desserts on monday after shift with my new lolly, Beth. 

Baby woke me up with his random morning call today. Eight thirty am isn't early but I needed the long sleep, badly. Guess what.

He: Morning baby, looking gorgeous for your club today?
Me: Club? What club?
He: StompAIDs, and you're still in bed?

NO WONDER I DIDN'T SEE YOU YESTERDAY YOU YOU PRFT! GO AWAY LAH.

And the nearby church played the routine first-of-each-month bell. In december, I live in my embrace.

PS: Pictures up when I get them.

Happy people can feel sadness, anger, melancholy, depressed, and the whatsnot everybody feels.
Please remember that.

Well, at least there was an apology. I've got to keep telling myself that you're not as scary as you look, and you're actually a very very very nice person inside.

Maybe sometimes, you ought to give me some encouragements too.

Just made my heart skipped two beats, and moved on to make me cry.
Why, oh why, oh why, oh WHY?!
Now, I'm back to where I've started. All over again.

Me: I have no life apart from nursing and stompaids.
Baby: What do you expect? You're in the Flintstones world.

Ngggh! I've also rejected a date to watch The Game Plan today ):

Baby: Let's go on a date. To the library.
Me: What for?
Baby: To borrow books on the WWW dots so that you can get out of the Flintstones world.

As if this wasn't factually horrible enough,

Baby: Come, from today on, we'd talk our language.
Me: What? Greek?
Baby: You wish. We'd talk WWW dots and the HTMLs.

YOU! If you come into my Flintstones world, bet I'd welcome you with a smash on your head by my lovely huge wood. Else, I'd get my pet-dino to stomp on you. Grr!

So yesterday was official DAY ONE in ward 53C. It was plain HOT stuff. Hot, hot, HOT, from start till the end of shift. BUT, I found this particular spot in where it receives cool air from above; and THAT will be my favourite spot in room two-eight. Thing is, it's right smack in the middle of the doorway. Thirteen bedded, yes I want to faint. There I was happily cheering away that there were three discharges from the morning, and then the next thing I know, I'm doing two admissions. And I was breaking out in cold sweats and trembling away while doing the first admission because GOD-knows-how-long I've last done admissions in MANDARIN. OH MY GOD. I TOTALLY stretched the body language dictionary.

Monday will be when we say HELLO to the ITE Year 1 Semester 2 students. Shit, so many juniors then what I do?

Till the thirty-th November, I'd be busy. But for now, I'm happy to be busy, for some reasons.

You seek my understanding, but I get none from you when I needed it.
Why do you always draw a line and challenge people to cross it?

Saturday was spent with the Sibling, at the belowmentioned mall. Firstly, we got cheated into buying the September issue of Cleo, which really wasn't a problem because we haven't gotten that issue yet. But, it was really the November issue that we are interested in so apparently, we felt slightly annoyed by the misfortune. Then we got confused, turning rounds after rounds in the shopping mall. And turned off by the smelly and poorly-lighted loos. Otherwise, this is just another good mall for food. In other words, I still heart the good old Orchard Road.



The Central's banner, lining the walkway of Boat Quay. 



Conveniently located along the NEL. At Clarke Quay. Uh huh.



Hmm. 



Uh huh. The must-try would be the pasta from Waraku. 



The floor directory, for an idea of how many stores there are, and to gauge the size of the mall.



Enough of air-conditioning. We want to get the best out of the breeze! Perfect weather, really.



We saw many pretty boats, and floating restaurant (see picture above).



Then, we spotted a red fish! See the red spot in the picture above? It's a FISH!



And two camera-shy Ang Moh boys! So cute they.

There afters, we met up with the parents and spent hours being out. Finally reaching home at twelve. I felt like Cinderella.

Sunday, was spent with the BFF! For breakfast at (I cannot believe it still) MOS Burger, AMK Hub. That is soooo lunch. But it felt superb meeting up with her after ages. I felt relieved we haven't turned into dinosaurs during those times apart, and so we spent a solid five hours chatting about anything and everything. I heart the BFF so and I cannot believe we have to spend even longer time apart now considering how trapped PRCP makes us all feel. And of course, although she is the bestest lesbian partner I can ever find, I'm still really very into the other gender.

Speaking of which, PRCP starts in less than twenty-four hours time. I need to start feeling excited about it, like NOW.

Meanwhile, I'd just turn the other direction at people's freedom while I slog my butt out without salary for three whole months. Wish me much luck.