Dearest shoe,
When I decided to buy you,
It was not because I liked you or cuz you looked fancy.
It was only because I wanted a shoe
And all other shoes looked too boyish
And wouldn't look nice when I wore it with skirts to college.
My first day wearing you,
Everyone looked at you & I,
Cuz nobody wears running shoes with skirts to the hospital.
I was not ashamed & neither were you.
You were stronger than I,
You gave me the support I needed to stand for hours at stretch,
You tolerated my daily increasing weight,
You didn't mind when I got you dirty by kicking at piles on sand,
Or when I got you bruised by kicking pebbles,
You didn't mind when I kept you soaked in cold surf water for a whole day,
You didn't mind when I spun you in the washing machine.
If I have un-hurting legs today,
It's thanks to you!
I bought you by mere chance
But now, you're my favourite :)
With these medical appointments, I'm learning & growing,
And you're helping me grow.
You'll always remain my favourite
And will always occupy a special place in the shoe rack :)
I love you
And trust me, I know people who envy you ;)
*picture of the shoe coming up soon*
July 30, 2011
Then & Now
I and my friends were talking about how being in college has changed us, and it was amazing how much we've changed - for better or worse, I can't say but I'm seriously surprised at the various things I've done and the person I've grown into!
I was someone who was scared of blood! The slightest of bruise, I'd cry & call for mum. Now, I can draw blood from patients. I've even seen floods of blood when people with bleeding limbs come to see the doctor. Once, a patient was being transfused blood, and he'd accidently pulled out the line so he was in a mess - blood all over his hands and a blood pool on the floor. And by reflex, I went and closed the IV canula lid and assured him that everything was fine with the little bit of Sinhalese I know.
Later, as I was washing my hands, I realised I could face a huge pool of blood without feeling squeamish or scared! Achievement! :D
I was this girl who'd go to bed at 10pm and get up at 7am for school. In between, I'd do the necessary studying and squeeze in TV and fun time.
Now, I can NEVER fall asleep before 11pm. I get insomnia, very often. I pop in sleeping pills before exams and I'm forced to get up at 6am.
The first few months here, I drank gallons of coffee to stay awake. Every day, I dozed off in lectures!! And coffee became my friend - it didn't keep me awake, but then everyone said it does so I drunk as much as I could. The first thing I'd do after getting out of bed, with eye lids still droopy, was grab the Nescafe bottle and pour a spoonfull into my white huge mug!
But with time, I've let go of coffee. Not willingly, though. I end up getting up late and I need to keep aside the coffee, and rush to college with just a shower.
I watch more movies than I read books.
And I don't remember most of the times, the content of the movies I watch. I think I watch them only to avoid reading the huge books I'm actually supposed to :D
But, I love Grey's Anatomy, The Vampire Diaries & now House M.D.
I was someone who loved reading novels. Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steel, Paulo Coelho, Meg Cabot, Paulo Coelho, Cecilia Ahern - I loved them all.
Now, I don't even remember which was the novel I read last! I am only reading books on Anatomy, Physiology, Surgery & Medicine!
I've been a thin person. I never had a stomach flab.
Now, I have one! Sigh!
I always make plans of daily exercise, but it never happens - blame time!
But, being away from home, I've become a very independent person.
I never went out grocery shopping alone, I never went to the bank & when mum asked me to make some official calls, I'd always find some reason not to.
Now, I do it all. I've learnt to fend for myself. And I'm proud I'm doing it when I'm 19 :)
Being in college has taught me so many lessons, more than all I've learnt before being here. Lesson one was not to trust anyone but yourself. The next was to be confident and speak up, without shying. (Talking of which, I'm no more that shy, timid person I was before).
Most important, SMILE - it does wonders :)
I've always loved the way I was but I love this me a lot more!
I was someone who was scared of blood! The slightest of bruise, I'd cry & call for mum. Now, I can draw blood from patients. I've even seen floods of blood when people with bleeding limbs come to see the doctor. Once, a patient was being transfused blood, and he'd accidently pulled out the line so he was in a mess - blood all over his hands and a blood pool on the floor. And by reflex, I went and closed the IV canula lid and assured him that everything was fine with the little bit of Sinhalese I know.
Later, as I was washing my hands, I realised I could face a huge pool of blood without feeling squeamish or scared! Achievement! :D
I was this girl who'd go to bed at 10pm and get up at 7am for school. In between, I'd do the necessary studying and squeeze in TV and fun time.
Now, I can NEVER fall asleep before 11pm. I get insomnia, very often. I pop in sleeping pills before exams and I'm forced to get up at 6am.
The first few months here, I drank gallons of coffee to stay awake. Every day, I dozed off in lectures!! And coffee became my friend - it didn't keep me awake, but then everyone said it does so I drunk as much as I could. The first thing I'd do after getting out of bed, with eye lids still droopy, was grab the Nescafe bottle and pour a spoonfull into my white huge mug!
But with time, I've let go of coffee. Not willingly, though. I end up getting up late and I need to keep aside the coffee, and rush to college with just a shower.
I watch more movies than I read books.
And I don't remember most of the times, the content of the movies I watch. I think I watch them only to avoid reading the huge books I'm actually supposed to :D
But, I love Grey's Anatomy, The Vampire Diaries & now House M.D.
I was someone who loved reading novels. Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steel, Paulo Coelho, Meg Cabot, Paulo Coelho, Cecilia Ahern - I loved them all.
Now, I don't even remember which was the novel I read last! I am only reading books on Anatomy, Physiology, Surgery & Medicine!
I've been a thin person. I never had a stomach flab.
Now, I have one! Sigh!
I always make plans of daily exercise, but it never happens - blame time!
But, being away from home, I've become a very independent person.
I never went out grocery shopping alone, I never went to the bank & when mum asked me to make some official calls, I'd always find some reason not to.
Now, I do it all. I've learnt to fend for myself. And I'm proud I'm doing it when I'm 19 :)
Being in college has taught me so many lessons, more than all I've learnt before being here. Lesson one was not to trust anyone but yourself. The next was to be confident and speak up, without shying. (Talking of which, I'm no more that shy, timid person I was before).
Most important, SMILE - it does wonders :)
I've always loved the way I was but I love this me a lot more!
July 21, 2011
The Proust Questionnaire - version 1
What is your idea of happiness?
- waking up to sun rays filtering into my room
- afternoon naps
- waking up to sun rays filtering into my room
- afternoon naps
What is your greatest fear?
Fear of dying in a plane crash.
Fear of dying in a plane crash.
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
No one, really. I haven't really done anything which I can equate with to somebody else's work..
No one, really. I haven't really done anything which I can equate with to somebody else's work..
Which living person do you most admire?
My mum - there's no other woman like her.
So strong willed, yet the most loving heart.
She raised me single handedly, gave me all I asked for & showered me with infinite love.
She's my source of inspiration, my best friend & my mentor.
Tell me one reason why I should find someone else to admire?
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I don't know if there's a particular word/words to describe it, but I don't like the way I expect others to be nice to me just because I'm nice to them, or be helpful because I help them when I can.
I tell myself time and again that people are different and traits & types vary; yet I tend to think everyone thinks & feels like me.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lack of gratitude.
Being grategul is as important as knowing & remembering how to tie your shoe laces.
What is your greatest extravagance?
Clothes & food. I will never hesitate in buying something that catches my eye, has landed me in trouble many a times but old habits die hard *wink
But, I'd like to spend on traveling and exploring the world. I want to go see Europe & Maldives more than anything!
My mum - there's no other woman like her.
So strong willed, yet the most loving heart.
She raised me single handedly, gave me all I asked for & showered me with infinite love.
She's my source of inspiration, my best friend & my mentor.
Tell me one reason why I should find someone else to admire?
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I don't know if there's a particular word/words to describe it, but I don't like the way I expect others to be nice to me just because I'm nice to them, or be helpful because I help them when I can.
I tell myself time and again that people are different and traits & types vary; yet I tend to think everyone thinks & feels like me.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Lack of gratitude.
Being grategul is as important as knowing & remembering how to tie your shoe laces.
What is your greatest extravagance?
Clothes & food. I will never hesitate in buying something that catches my eye, has landed me in trouble many a times but old habits die hard *wink
But, I'd like to spend on traveling and exploring the world. I want to go see Europe & Maldives more than anything!
What is your favourite journey?
Journey that takes me home, to people I love.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Sincerity
*You can't be sincere 24/7.
I can't.
Sincerity
*You can't be sincere 24/7.
I can't.
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
My calves and the flab on my tummy!
My calves and the flab on my tummy!
Which living person do you most despise?
Oh there's this one person who I wish dead!
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Heyy.
What is your greatest regret?
That I did not learn how to swim!
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Myself.
When and where were you happiest?
Last summer, when I was home with my entire family + extended family.
That'll be the most memorable summer I had.
What is your present state of mind?
Restless. I want a good book to read! Or is it some cheese cake I want?
How would you like to die?
In sleep, wearing my favourite nightie.
What is your favourite motto?
Live life to the fullest & achieve all the goodies of life
+
Do what makes you happy!
July 13, 2011
Diagnosis gone wrong
"The germans dumped a young Soviet prisoner in my ward late one night. The ward was full, so I put him in my room as he was moribund and screaming and I did not want to wake the ward.
I examined him. He had obvious gross bilateral cavitation and a severe pleural rub. I thought the latter was the cause of the pain and the screaming. I had no morphine, just aspirin which had no effect. I felt desperate. I knew very little Russian then and there was no one in the ward who did.
I finally instinctively sat down on the bed and took him in my arms, and the screaming stopped almost at once. He died peacefully in my arms a few hours later. It was not the pleurisy that caused the screaming but loneliness.
It was a wonderful education about the care of dying. I was ashamed of my misdiagnosis and kept the story secret."
Abstract from One man's medicine: an autobiography of Professor Archie Cochrane. British Medical Journal.
I examined him. He had obvious gross bilateral cavitation and a severe pleural rub. I thought the latter was the cause of the pain and the screaming. I had no morphine, just aspirin which had no effect. I felt desperate. I knew very little Russian then and there was no one in the ward who did.
I finally instinctively sat down on the bed and took him in my arms, and the screaming stopped almost at once. He died peacefully in my arms a few hours later. It was not the pleurisy that caused the screaming but loneliness.
It was a wonderful education about the care of dying. I was ashamed of my misdiagnosis and kept the story secret."
Abstract from One man's medicine: an autobiography of Professor Archie Cochrane. British Medical Journal.
July 2, 2011
Why I've been M.I.A
And that is very reason why I've been away from blogging.
I'm doing my first Surgery Appointment. Exhausting-ly interesting would be the shortest way of describing the first 4 weeks of the appointment.
It is so much more fun than lectures & practicals in the laboratories. But, it demands so much more hard work, energy & time. Currently, I'm deprived of a social life! I come home only to eat & sleep; and being someone who loves to sleep, I'm sleep deprived, as well!
The day begins at 6am and within 45 minutes I have to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and stride to the hospital complex to be in the ward by 7.15am. Then, we speak to patients, get their "history" and examine them. We need to be in the wards until 12.00 so until then we read, chat & somehow, kill time.
It's a splendid opportunity to learn; I've learnt more than what I learnt in the first two years of lectures in these four weeks. But then again, it demands a lot.
Getting to watch surgeries being done is the BEST part of the appointment. I am still not sure if its a surgeon I want to become, but seeing these surgeons display their skills tempts me to be one :p
The 6-8 hours I've spent standing in the operating theatres are the only hours of standing I found worthwhile :)
Two more weeks until I wind up with this appointment; two more weeks to learn as much I can; two more weeks of being sleep deprived; two more weeks until I party!
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| On one of the days in the Operation Theatre. |
May 26, 2011
Wise to act like a donkey at times ;)
He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was shaking it off and taking a step up.
As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.
We can get out of the deepest wells by not stopping, by never giving up!
Shake it off and take a step up!
May 1, 2011
Teacher's Day
The 2nd of May is celebrated as the Teacher's Day in Bhutan, my native land. The day coincides with the birth anniversary of the third King of Bhutan, His Majesty Jigme Dorji Wangchcuk. He was the one who started modern schooling in Bhutan & opened Bhutan's door to the outside world by joining the UN.
What better day than this to celebrate our teachers, who are the core force behind modeling us into who we become in the long run.
Today, I'm reminded of the times back in school when we'd spent a lot of time & energy in organizing the Teacher's Day. It used to be one of the most important days in the school calendar.
2nd of May always was a National Day to commemorate our late Majesty's birthday. Yet, students would hoard schools just to celebrate Teacher's Day.
We'd begin by singing the national anthem and reading out speeches & poems dedicated to our teachers. We'd get huge cakes and have a huge celebration, followed by dances and songs performed by the students for the teachers. Our teachers, too would join in :)
It's my second year in College now. And I still have the same respect I had for my teachers back home. I actually miss a lot of them.
School was not just school for me. It was my second home. I spent more time in school with my teachers than I did at home with my family.
My teachers have a big hand in the person that I am today.
My teachers helped me realize my potential and help me exercise it. I am a good orator now, thanks to Ma'am Norzin & Ma'am Chuki of my Lower Secondary School who recommended my name for my House Debate Team. And since then, there was no turning back. I was a part of the School Debate & Quiz Team for quite some years and we brought in a lot of trophies and medals.
In High School, I drew my inspiration from two of my English teachers; Ma'am PC (as we fondly call her) & Ma'am Sangay Lhamo. These are two of the strongest ladies I've met so far. They are great teachers & they make students so at ease in the classroom & yet are able to maintain the standard decorum in the classroom, which is an asset not every other teacher possesses.
I was a very introvert girl, very shy & timid. What boosted my confidence, what made me strong & proud of myself is all thanks to my teachers. They knew exactly when I needed to be pushed, when I needed to be warned of being self confident, when I needed to be complimented - and today, it is thanks to all their efforts that I am a second year medical student, living an independent life miles away from home, yet strong and confident of what I'm doing.
I salute my teachers, for putting in so much of effort to ensure that all of their students become successful individuals in future!
My teachers have always given me something else to think about at home, besides homework :)
What better day than this to celebrate our teachers, who are the core force behind modeling us into who we become in the long run.
Today, I'm reminded of the times back in school when we'd spent a lot of time & energy in organizing the Teacher's Day. It used to be one of the most important days in the school calendar.
2nd of May always was a National Day to commemorate our late Majesty's birthday. Yet, students would hoard schools just to celebrate Teacher's Day.
We'd begin by singing the national anthem and reading out speeches & poems dedicated to our teachers. We'd get huge cakes and have a huge celebration, followed by dances and songs performed by the students for the teachers. Our teachers, too would join in :)
It's my second year in College now. And I still have the same respect I had for my teachers back home. I actually miss a lot of them.
School was not just school for me. It was my second home. I spent more time in school with my teachers than I did at home with my family.
My teachers have a big hand in the person that I am today.
My teachers helped me realize my potential and help me exercise it. I am a good orator now, thanks to Ma'am Norzin & Ma'am Chuki of my Lower Secondary School who recommended my name for my House Debate Team. And since then, there was no turning back. I was a part of the School Debate & Quiz Team for quite some years and we brought in a lot of trophies and medals.
In High School, I drew my inspiration from two of my English teachers; Ma'am PC (as we fondly call her) & Ma'am Sangay Lhamo. These are two of the strongest ladies I've met so far. They are great teachers & they make students so at ease in the classroom & yet are able to maintain the standard decorum in the classroom, which is an asset not every other teacher possesses.
I was a very introvert girl, very shy & timid. What boosted my confidence, what made me strong & proud of myself is all thanks to my teachers. They knew exactly when I needed to be pushed, when I needed to be warned of being self confident, when I needed to be complimented - and today, it is thanks to all their efforts that I am a second year medical student, living an independent life miles away from home, yet strong and confident of what I'm doing.I salute my teachers, for putting in so much of effort to ensure that all of their students become successful individuals in future!
My teachers have always given me something else to think about at home, besides homework :)
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