I'm unable to sleep due to persistant belching, bloating after a heavy meal. In other words, I have dyspepsia.
But only for a while. Mine is not long-standing dyspepsia. Mine occurs only when I have lost all control and start gorging myself like there is no end. There is a good reason behind it of course - it is only right to help finish food at a friend's birthday party, no matter how full one is. And if it happens to be mid-autumn festival - too bad, the mooncakes need to be eaten as well.
What a terribly unhealthy way to spend mid-autumn! A time for family and friends. But I have done so, and there is no point crying over spilt milk.
中秋节快乐！
04 October 2009
16 August 2009
Surgery EOPT
I shall never forget the day of my surgery eopt.
It started out well enough. I was assigned a patient who had acute pancreatitis. Unfortunately, the patient had just been clerked when I arrived, so I had to be assigned another patient. When I reached the second patient's bed I was quite agitated when glanced at his bedboard for his name - "Mr. X".
So I started addressing "Mr. X", and he told me in-the-face that he had BPH. And so, I relaxed, because I had presented BPH before and knew roughly what questions to ask, and what physical exam to do.
The presentation went pretty well as well, except that I had neglected to present the fact that the patient was on a urinary catheter, and had conveniently not done a PR, reasoning to myself there was no need to as the patient was post-TURP. (can always check for hematoma what - Elin)
Then, after I completed came the shocker:
"What is your patient's name again? asked the Reg.
"Mr. X"
With a wry smile on his face, the Reg replied, "That's the name of the consultant."
It started out well enough. I was assigned a patient who had acute pancreatitis. Unfortunately, the patient had just been clerked when I arrived, so I had to be assigned another patient. When I reached the second patient's bed I was quite agitated when glanced at his bedboard for his name - "Mr. X".
So I started addressing "Mr. X", and he told me in-the-face that he had BPH. And so, I relaxed, because I had presented BPH before and knew roughly what questions to ask, and what physical exam to do.
The presentation went pretty well as well, except that I had neglected to present the fact that the patient was on a urinary catheter, and had conveniently not done a PR, reasoning to myself there was no need to as the patient was post-TURP. (can always check for hematoma what - Elin)
Then, after I completed came the shocker:
"What is your patient's name again? asked the Reg.
"Mr. X"
With a wry smile on his face, the Reg replied, "That's the name of the consultant."
15 August 2009
Post EOPT, so its time to blog!
Last Sunday evening, I headed down to the Marina Bay floating platform for NDP! Incidentally it was ten years after my last NDP in pri 5. How things have changed since then! The venue was one thing - the Marina bay integrated resort, the city skyline formed the backdrop of the Marina barrage. The Singapore Flyer, to my left, was just across the ECP and looked huge close-up.
Once the programme started, there was simply no time to look into the goodie bags. Everything happened so fast - one moment you were rummaging through the bags looking for the national flag, the next thing everyone would be waving their glowing hearts, and while you're busy figuring out what on earth is happening commandoes would be falling out of the sky in parachutes screaming for photos to be taken.
Of course there was the simulated "terrorist attack", which seeked to showcase the fighting force of the defence force and the home team. You could hear the crowd oohing and ahing as the Apache helicoptors made waves just next to the grandstand, get the adrenalin rush as the speedboats deftly manouvred their convoluted course, and feel the surge of nationalistic pride as f16s flew overhead.
I really admired the fact that the show went like clockwork. But the key draw for me was the show segment, which though was really neatly packaged, managed to capture some of the flavours of each decade with catchy tunes, blinking lights, and show-stopping performances. I can't recall the depiction of the 50s and 60s too well, but the "Agogo"/disco feel of the 70s and 80s, and the familiar pop tunes of the 90s really drove up the atmosphere many notches! Familiar songs like "Stand up for Singapore" were lined straight after Michael Jackson and Bee Gees tunes.
But you know what's the BEST part of the parade? The fireworks come close, but the FUN PACKS were awesome. Free crumpler-ish bag/ discount coupons/heart-shaped torches/ food/ Vita-C/ Yeos packet drinks/ NEWater anybody?
Last Sunday evening, I headed down to the Marina Bay floating platform for NDP! Incidentally it was ten years after my last NDP in pri 5. How things have changed since then! The venue was one thing - the Marina bay integrated resort, the city skyline formed the backdrop of the Marina barrage. The Singapore Flyer, to my left, was just across the ECP and looked huge close-up.
Once the programme started, there was simply no time to look into the goodie bags. Everything happened so fast - one moment you were rummaging through the bags looking for the national flag, the next thing everyone would be waving their glowing hearts, and while you're busy figuring out what on earth is happening commandoes would be falling out of the sky in parachutes screaming for photos to be taken.
Of course there was the simulated "terrorist attack", which seeked to showcase the fighting force of the defence force and the home team. You could hear the crowd oohing and ahing as the Apache helicoptors made waves just next to the grandstand, get the adrenalin rush as the speedboats deftly manouvred their convoluted course, and feel the surge of nationalistic pride as f16s flew overhead.
I really admired the fact that the show went like clockwork. But the key draw for me was the show segment, which though was really neatly packaged, managed to capture some of the flavours of each decade with catchy tunes, blinking lights, and show-stopping performances. I can't recall the depiction of the 50s and 60s too well, but the "Agogo"/disco feel of the 70s and 80s, and the familiar pop tunes of the 90s really drove up the atmosphere many notches! Familiar songs like "Stand up for Singapore" were lined straight after Michael Jackson and Bee Gees tunes.
But you know what's the BEST part of the parade? The fireworks come close, but the FUN PACKS were awesome. Free crumpler-ish bag/ discount coupons/heart-shaped torches/ food/ Vita-C/ Yeos packet drinks/ NEWater anybody?
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