Sleepless nights

Yay I got my laptop back, as good as new, if not better than ever.. I got so traumatized the other day when my laptop went crazy before I could even fully enjoy the benefits of broadband (ie. d/l something) and because, unlike other girls, I don’t have an IT savvy brother or *cough* bf to turn to I decided to take things into my own hands and predictably screw it up even more and I had to embarrassingly send my laptop to my uncle and cousin (again) for help, it really amazes me though how they always, never fail to ‘repair’ my laptop. So smart, or maybe I’m just that lousy. (my cousin called me up the other day to ask me what’s the problem and I told him my presenting complaint in the long-winded, distressed manner much like many of the nice, worried aunties we see in the A&E. When I asked him what it was that I did wrong, he rattled off some cheem sounding terms which I didn’t understand but pretended to.)

Anyway, my emed elective is almost over in the blink of an eye, probably because I really enjoyed the posting and mostly because I spend most of my days at home studying for my med mcq test (or so that’s what I told Wk).

On the days where I turn up, I really did enjoy all the drama and action. Screaming patients (screaming at the long wait, or screaming out of pain from my setting plug), smelly patients (this guy whose back got burnt by 3 other guys but decided to wait THREE days before seeking treatment, no surprise his many wounds got infected), whining patients, urgent patients (I have carried many a bedpan), but most of all, I enjoyed the patients who got attacked. Not that I’m sadist or anything but I just didn’t think I’d see or hear about things I thought only happened in crappy ch.8 dramas (from the distressed friend who was upset that his ‘brother’ got humtumped when he ran away to hide, to quite a number of the clichéd glass bottle scenarios to a radial fracture after being attacked by a plastic pail).

Of course, there were the quiet times during which we just sort of milled around the P2 area looking like lost sheep (where Wq was very tempted to organize a game of Polar Bear). Like on tue night when I did the most pathetic call ever with Wk and Wq. After our confused, kicking-at-everybody trauma case, we got quite bored at around 12 which is quite a rarity since usually the 10pm to 12am period is the busiest, so Wk wanted us to go for supper and forced Wq to drive cos he begged us not to change out of our scrubs. So there we were walking around tiong bahru market like 3 hungry siblings in the same pajamas and almost all the stalls were closed. Then we went to the 24hr stall opp it to eat yong tofu that’s even worse than the science canteen one and drink extremely tiny cups of tehbing.

Tiny teh bing 

We went back at 1am and milled around some more, amusing ourselves by betting on cases and talking about Chinese history (this caused me to be very very sleepy) and ‘yangtze’ (erm this has nothing to do with me), waiting and waiting for that elusive ring of the ambulance call. When at 4am, Wk suggested playing ‘205’, we decided that enough was enough and went home. (Even though I was *ahem* quite determined to stay till end of call at 8am).

I fell asleep at close to 6am and got woken up at 9.30am by a very loud ambulance traveling along the expressway outside my house. Because I was dreaming that I was still at the A&E, I felt quite excited when I woke up and nearly fell out of my bed (which is no joke since I would have ended up at the A&E if that had happened, which would have been quite sian for me and extremely embarrassing when I see the doctors and students exclaim in shock when I arrive and even more embarrassing when I give my history).