counting down the final days of my anesthesia posting. if anything, id rather have a career fishing out landmines in somalia and selling them to eskimos than be an anesthesist. dont get me wrong, putting people to sleep on a daily basis is actually quite fun. we whack them on the head with huge wooden mallets, and if they’re still awake, i’ll tell them my life story. that usually puts people to sleep. sorry, i lied. go on tell my mummy. it’s boring as hell to put patients to sleep for their impending surgeries. worse of all, no one actually knows we even exist and what we do. 

everyone marvels at the surgeon. “oohh, look how small my scar is, even my small dick is longer than that!”. no one says, “oohh, that was an excellent induction, slept very peacefully, and dont even get me started on the fantastic extubation”. thankless job. there isnt any sense of satisfaction doing anesthesia and there is hardly any patient interaction unless you like talking to people who are fast asleep with a tube of sorts in their oral orifice. unfortunately, i find chatting to asleep patients with a tube sticking out of their mouths a little boring, if not disturbing. i want awake patients damn it!

and thats why i conclude anesthesia is not for me.

boo hoo.

i need new toys. legos, barbies and tickle me elmos just arent giving me the oomph factor anymore. so i decided to join the masses by getting my very own ipod. my mp3s deserve to be unleashed unto the world at some point. can you believe i dont own any music playing devices other than my trustee sanyo radio? and my computer. oh, and my handphone. but you get the point. havent gotten my itchy hands on it yet though. in due time. today is pay-day, and i feel the need to buy something. it’s been ages.

virgin post

back from the dead. was probably not missed in the blogosphere, would have made more of an effort if they handed out lollies for constant writing. lots have been happening over the past few months, dont even know where to start. hell, i dont even know when it’ll all end, if at all. but let’s not dawdle on school girl ramblings. dont want all three million nine hundred and fifty five thousand six hundred and eighteen loyal readers of mine thinking ive been reduced to a daisy picking, tampon wearing and emotional pansy. fun for the whole family, finger licking good.

watch this space.