Anaesthesia and Morton's

Whew finally a breather after one stressful week in Anesthesia.. well, actually only the last 2 days have been stressful lar, being thrown into the ots and suddenly, the doctors expect you to intubate patients like you’ve been doing it since you’re five, and also having to spend the whole day with your tutor on a one-to-one basis such that every tough question is your question (and because they’re so bored, you get tough questions every other minute).

But I enjoyed my day with my temporary tutor today, she really really took her job seriously and is totally anal about doing the best for her patients. There was once I accidentally left the IV plug plastic cover on the blanket of the patient for 5 seconds and she blasted me for leaving a hard object on the patient cos it might cause them to get pressure sores during the op. She also says inspiring things like “my patient cannot tell me how he feels, so it is my job to take as good care of him as possible”.

Maaaaaaaaayyyybe I may consider Anaesthesia afterall. It used to be, in my opinion, one of the boringest jobs in medicine, next to Radiology (look at x-rays everyday) and Pathology (look at microscope everyday), but now, after getting to know them on a personal basis (ahem), I quite like the way anesthetists are so gentle and nice to their patients (or maybe it just seems especially so compared to the surgeons). And I quite like the idea of being the last thing the patient sees before he fell asleep and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. But I don’t think I can take the mundaneness of the job and I confirm cannot stand the surgeons’ tempers and gigantic egos.

Anyway, I really enjoyed our girls’ night out on Thursday, well, actually it’s more like a girls’ late afternoon out (I reached home at 8 plus and saw WQ online and he msn-ed me immediately, “your night out end so early ah???!!! I tot you will drink till 4am tat’s why Wk din drive.” -_-"I immediately felt quite loser-ish after that). Morton is a GREAT place, thanks for bringing me there guys.. I had a sudden sensation of us moving up in the world when we stepped into Oriental, afterall, our outings used to be at Café Cartel and Spaghetti’s. I supposed we passed the ‘snoot’ test since all the customer service ladies were extremely polite to us and we were even apologized to for having to wait for the lift. The last time I went Oriental to use their toilet I looked like I’m just going there to use their toilet, and got a lot of stares and one pointed “can I help you miss”.

The thing about the wonderfully scrumptious, sinfully delicious, to-die-for (you know they’re really good when I start talking in rhymes) steak sandwiches is that they are so good and petite that they make me constantly yearn for them and strain my neck to see if I can catch a glimpse of them coming up the stairs (for you guys who think I’m going nuts: they serve the steak sandwiches in rounds, so you get to see the chef carrying these silver platters filled with the tiny sandwiches walking up from the kitchen, it’s a sight that can lift the spirits of a drowning man, I tell you) and every time you finished consuming the last bite of that one round (unless you are thick-skinned enuf to take two) you start dreaming about the next.

It’s rather like life actually, you go through life’s hustles and bustles and you stumble across your first steak sandwich, maybe you relished it and loved it and are thankful for it or maybe you devoured it without thinking much about it, and then you go back to nothingness and you missed that steak sandwich dearly and you wait and you wait for the next round of sandwiches. Some may make the most out of their time by laughing and enjoying the company of their friends meanwhile while others guzzle down their lychee martinis in the hope of distracting themselves, and there are those few who just leaned back in their seats, staring at the place where the chefs come out from and fume about how long the next round is taking.

So… what did YOU do?

Sorry if I got a bit philosophical there, I wrote that last paragraph when I was still drunk, which by the way I didn’t realize I was, until I reached home and realized that I have to hide my drunk-ness from my mum.