first up,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE SIEW!
frickin 21! :)
bet it was great fun, tell me what yu did for celebrations!!
sorry didn't wish yu or anything on yur birthday itself, was on call and delivering babies with the same bday as yu!!!!
had to resist being totally out of point and telling every mother that her baby has the same birthday as my sister. haha!
oh and i'm not going jay chou lah! no free tickets, no $, and i haven't been following up on him so don't know his latest songs. cui ah.
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and so we traditionally ended our kkh posting with a sickly late day, and again its cos of the same tutor: cardio wong. gawd, some 1hour plus waiting, and just for his autograph. wtf, some movie star prof. but he is really so freaking funny- hiding elusively in the interconnected rooms of the cardio clinics, and when i finally caught him and showed him how many of us were waiting for him, his response: i'm dead.
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man i miss paeds, and i'm seriously so sick of vaginas.
not that i've seen that many.. but seriously, a lifetime of yur head between someone's legs at the (usually) hairy ccb. especially colpo, got vinegar marination somemore!! smelly and boring. everytime i see those spread legs in clinic, i cannot get over thinking about whether the woman cleaned up well if she wento the toilet before clinics. and then i involuntary hold my breath and self-asphyxiate a little. like as though the asphyxiating ride to kkh (recall the pwning route of 67 thru little india and geylang) isnt enough to kill my brain cells. in retrospect, hengsai that today's UG had only G and no U, cos i think vagina plus piss would seriously be point of no return. even if mr metrosexual running the clinic was wearing any cologne, i think i might still have died.
anyway enough whining, what is more worth blogging about was OSCEs!
in case yu're a nerd, no la not tips la!!
osces are the only fun bit in o&g. cos we have awesome actors like wayne and randal, who just love pretending to be girls and pwning each other. and we have tutors who are both disgusted and tickled by the rotbish we say cos we just don't freaking know wad to say. and for me, also cos no need to see and smell vaginas.
re-enactments may not be exact words, cos i think some memory cells died while i was asphyxiated.
1) wayne vs ran #1
wayne as a girly: doctor, how! will i be able to have children? cos... cos.. i'm in love with this guy! (in the true spirit of playhouse(m2) eh).. and he expects alot from me! .. how!
wayne as a girly: doctor, can yu explain ALL the blood results to me? like, why do i have testosterone!!! am i a guy!
2) wayne vs irene chua (the patient)
patient: doctor, how can i still have retained POC after my abortion?? can i sue my previous gynae who did the op? how can this happen!!
wayne: well, that's because, yu didn't come to me!!!!!
3) me vs irene chua (the con)
con: how do yu stitch up the uterus?
me: (from wayne's hint) 2 layers
con: always 2 layers? wad about 1 layer? what if i'm the best surgeon and i can do it just as well in 1 layer?
me: well.....(and everyone thought i was going to say something intelligent cos i took so long trying to think).... that's great.
ok maybe after typing it out, it don't seem so funny anymore. but maybe we would do a live re-enactment if yu ask lah.
aiyah, there are lots more funny things, but after typing irene chua's name, all i can think about is choon keok and the handphone ringtone.
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yesterday, i assisted delivery of a chindian baby. damn sweetie couple, after the delivery when most husbands just cf the baby and ignore the poor beached-whale mother, this guy actually kissed his wife on the forehead and said i love you. although he did noob the process when the woman is already G2P1.. i admit i almost puked, wished i wasn't there, felt super intruder and pretended to be fixated on the CTG that wasn't recording anything. but still, it was a damn sweet sight. and is also probably the reason why women scream their fucking lungs out that they can't take the freaking painful contractions anymore, wanna die, and enough! no way no more kids! but in 2 years, zomg, there they are lying in the labour ward once again. women are such suckers for love.
anyway, the baby was cute. it had an indian head and a chinese body! hahahaha.
no lah, it just looked that way cos of the congestion from prolonged 2nd stage after head out. heehee. ponzi, don't laugh at me lah. i lack sleep, but not really that retarded.
so anyway, i have decided: C-section for me!!!
tmd potentially 10 hour labour that may convert to c-section? hell no!
but then again, i might have to eat my words next time lah. but for now, its C-section. and i think epidural fucking hurts, just freaking GA me lah.
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sianz, i still got irene chua's hp ringtone in my head, better get lost now before the rumination takes over!
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