Came across this in The Telegraph, under pictures of the year 2010: bizarre pictures and funny animal photos.
A dog almost died and needed an emergency operation after she wolfed down a family of toy cats. Snowy the West Highland Terrier had to be operated on by vets after she swallowed five ceramic ornaments. X-rays clearly showed the little cats inside the dog’s stomach.
LOL.
Happy New Year everyone! 
I clerked my patients in, learnt about their problems and pains from them, gave them treatment and made them feel better again.
My patients thanked me for making them feel better, sometimes for simply lending an ear.
After a month of hard work, I got my pay check and used the money to contribute to the comfort of my life and also my parents’.
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All of the above are part of the many satisfying feelings medicine has given me, but nothing is compared to those proud faces, whenever they are asked, and the way they tell others, how my achievement has gratified them. This is the best part of being a doctor, to me.
Merry Christmas, daddy and mommy..And happy belated birthday, daddy.
It’s amazing how different a place could look covered with snow compared to without. These are scenic pictures of where I live currently. They look just breathtakingly beautiful. Snow can sometimes be nasty, but overall I do love the sight of it and the touch of it…..
but it doesn’t look like my little pig is enjoying the snow.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Burberry sale for 2010 has just started today. Sale goes up to 50%. Time to pamper yourself!!!
In a blink of an eye, “doctor” has become my occupation for almost five months. Ideally from day one, I should have had an idea of what I want to do in the near future, i.e. which specialty to go into etc. I see how every junior doctor expressing their dreams and that “A” or “B” is what they have always wanted to do in their lives, and alternatively if “A” or “B” does not work out, they would go for “Y” or “Z” because they are interested in them as well. Well, sometimes I just stop to ponder, and wonder, and sort of envy these people because I have never really had these thoughts in my head.
Talking about “dreams”, I sometimes think it is too unrealistic to have them. I have gone through a long stage in my life where I used to have too many of them. Making myself work towards them create stress, making sure I achieve them is another stress, and finally even after I have achieved them, I would create more “dreams” that in turn create more stress. I know this may not sound right to most people, but to me it is the way to live a happier life – without too many dreams.
In these 5 months working as a doctor, I have come across my own strengths and limitations. There are certainly moments when I enjoy myself and absolutely moments when I seriously wonder why I have chosen this field. There were times when I struggled mentally and emotionally (sometimes physically when it comes to sleep deprived shifts), but I am overall very grateful with everything that has happened throughout my “workinghood” so far. Sometimes, those little supports and encouragements do mean a lot at times when I need them.
Coming back to “dreams”, I still have not found any. Right now, all I can do is to make sure I am punctual at work, efficient as a house officer, treat patients well and go home preferably on time. I make sure I spare some personal time for music and fashion, and little things that will make me happy. At least, I know I can achieve them for now. Anything more than that, I will not dream about it as yet, not until they have become a reality.
Being a doctor, I have to accept the fact that my life will evolve around ill and dying people. Patients come and go, and all we really have to do is to move on. I find that really difficult to do. I struggle, I really do.
After almost four months, I still can’t bear seeing patients I have looked after slowly deteriorate and fade away. Their faces continue to flash in my mind. Seeing how they suffer during their last hours of their lives made me feel helpless and inadequate. I cry for them, and with them.
People tell me that I have to cold-blooded in order to be a doctor. This is ironic.
Being a doctor really isn’t easy…
They probably thought I was acting suspiciously, or having some sort of unimaginable intention when I was lingering around the Louis Vuitton store in Manchester’s Selfridges last Saturday. The handsome sales guy was probably pitying my boyfriend having dragged into the store again and again, looking through the same few “items”, over and over again. Here are some of the few “items” I was browsing through, but did not end up owning any of them. 
Damier ebene zippy compact wallet, £370
Damier Azur Trésor wallet, £335
Vernis zippy coin purse in Rouge Fauviste, 
£255
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They certainly have their pros and cons. I do like them, but could not choose which would suit me best. While it is the time of the year to reward myself with something, I would prefer to make a purchase when I fall in love with an item at first sight, which did not happen to me with any of the above, and hence the title. Will continue to hunt for more wallets.
