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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Updates: Bits and pieces

1. Lesson learnt this morning:
Snell's Clinical Anatomy + Netter's Atlas of Human Anatomy + examination pad + file + sling bag + IMU stairs = One VERY sore left arm.

2. I discovered yesterday that Dad learnt the musculoskeletal (MSK) system in 4 1/2 months. We have to finish it in 5 weeks...
*sniff* No fair!!!

3. It finally dawn on me that I now clock an average 11 hours in IMU daily ever since MSK began (excluding 2 hours allocated for travels)
Baga!

4. IMU is unfortunately no longer a safe place to be. Ceilings crumbling down due to leaky pipes, walls "weeping" whenever there was a downpour, wet tiled-floors and escalators in the aftermath of a storm, sparks flying, cement and glass bits falling down....good Lord, even a BRICK fell in the red-spot section (library) on one of those deafening "drilling sessions" upstairs!!
What could be next?

5. I'm getting sick too - been having this cough and sore throat since Monday. Hmmm. Must be all the "hype" from MSK anatomy....feelin' so (bloody) stressful after every lecture. The time-slots are also not really helping lor [PBL 0830-1000 (2x a week), CSU 1400-1600 (1x week), hospital visit 0730-1330 (1x every fortnight....thankfully!), lectures on average 1600-1815 (daily)]

MSK STINKS.

*#$#^@&#!!!!!

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006


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Later in the afternoon....

I went into the female's loo (the one near the library) and discovered a male freshie brushing his hair in front of the sink.

*sweats*

I stared at him.
He stared back.

I stared up at the door sign which has an (obvious) female figure with the word "Ladies".
He turned and stared at the door too.

*By now realization already hits him hard on the head*

Eyes now all wide open, he mumbled a "sorry" and made a dash to the exit!

Now who says medical school is boring? *grins*

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Yes, I promised to blog on the funeral ceremonies, but I am really tempted to post this on my blog. This was from a Friendter bulletin. =)

Enjoy.
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These are from a book called Disorder in theAmerican Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

1. ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.

2. ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.

3. ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

4. ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what way does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget!.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?

5. ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?
WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can'tremember which.
ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?
WITNESS: Forty-five years.

6. ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.

7. ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.

8. ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know
about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

9. ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one.

10. ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?

11. *One of my favourites*
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh....

12. ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?

13. ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?

14. ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?

15. *Also another favourite of mine*
ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I
sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

16. ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people...

17. ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.

18. ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at that time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!

19. ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?

20. *Now this is a winner*
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patientwas alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar!
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.

Have a nice day. =)

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

It has been nine days since Grandma's departure. I may have long ago learn to accept that Death is not to be feared; conditioning myself time and again that this is part and parcel of life, that the battle was finally over and she need not suffer anymore, but why do I feel as though a part of me died too along the way?

Grandma came from a time where Chinese traditions were still held with reverence, and since she was a devout Buddhist throughout her life, it was only fitting that a traditional Buddhist funeral be held. She would have wanted it that way. So her family did, and it lasted for five days. The whole ceremony was just.....how should I describe it, 'surreal' - as though I was being disconnected from the present world we lived in and transported back to a time when superstitions prevailed amongst the Chinese community, when Chinese customs still reign supreme. Dad said this was a 'once-in-a-lifetime experience', for such complex practices (it was already "watered-down" in comparision to the original btw) are now rare. I will blog an entry or two on the ceremonies, but only when I am ready to do so. Now is just not the right time.

There is one thing that keeps me happy; Grandma had certainly lived her life to the fullest, right up to the ripe old age of 91 (as stated in her passport, although her children uniamously claimed she was born earlier) before she succumbed to cancer, which was only diagnosed in the last 3-4 months.

Sigh.

Things are not going to be the same without her anymore.

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Friday, March 03, 2006

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.

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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

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Stages of life - through the eyes of THE bard himself. =)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

(William Shakespeare, from "As you like it")

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