End of 1st week of medicine
The week was relatively uneventful, except we learnt that people in medicine seem to have shorter working hours compared to surgery. I may be wrong, but I feel a little more relaxed in medicine, compared to surgery where we have to rush around doing OT, and really chiong during morning rounds.
The bulk of the mugging seems to be in medicine. I mean, surgery is really mainful about doing the surgery, and knowing the possible complications of surgery, common surgical conditions etc.. which isn't really the focus of csfc. So for now, medicine=mugging.
But all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so kudos to Ray and everyone from cg 19-22 for making it a more balanced experience. We are really happening!
1) on Thurs we went to 18 chefs for lunch. (According to the Sunday Times its owner trains ex-offenders as chefs, helping them to turn over a new leaf)
2) on Fri we played badminton! Really fun, didn't expect so many ppl to turn up. I played until my legs were rather sore, and towards the ends it was obvious I couldn't keep up with the others already. (luckily we played doubles, so I could slack a bit while C Hoe dashed around madly.. sorry la.. ran out of steam..)
With luck, the last 2 weeks might be just as fun. Except perhaps the week before OSCEs. Hopefully the swine flu situation would be better controlled by then.

I just let an entire day pass without much studying. It's a strange feeling, like deliberately taking a detour when a short cut beckons.

Sun, 10 May, 2009
I got up at 7am, had a quick breakfast, and left house at 730 for an early morning driving lesson. Surfing facebook for notifications. Having an early lunch comprising of leftover food. Going to Serangoon North to relearn CPR and first AID. Travelling home for a large chocolate cheese cake. Dressing up and taking pictures. Watching tv. Rechecking facebook. Replying facebook messages. And blogging.

And the nagging feeling in my head. Is telling me to to read browse... and talley... and stop slacking.
And start working.
But what the heck. It's my birthday.