new wine in an old bottle

Age

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:41:00 +0700

The only thing shift as fast as from happy to worry is the turning of age.

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Thank you

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:13:46 +0700

I am touched... A patient just wished me many good things after delivered her baby (almost didn't make it). I didn't help the labour but I did accompany her a while when she's in pain. This proves again that patients should be handled with heart, not just skills.

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to where i see you

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 17:21:28 +0700

Suddenly you are a leaf hanging on a tree
Helplessly tossed by the wind
By the branch, brought unnoticed towards the sun

What is this warmth? Why is this glee?
If you had a face, you would grin
But to actually own this feeling, you're not the one

Like a sun
Even if I can't reach you in any ways :(
Like a sun
You still brightened my days (:

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Still

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 15:43:44 +0700

And the answer to "where was the last time I see you" remains in ICU..............

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The light of the morning sun

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 21:59:30 +0700

There's a guy I like recently. First time I saw him.... I was, er, I don't remember the detail but it was morning, around 6.30 am. It was morning after my night shift. The place setting was in a resuscitation room at the Emergency Installation. My mates and I were busied by a critical patient who almost died about two hours before and saved back to life by a neat CPR from the anaesthesiology team. It was my first time watching a real first aid.

So for about an hour or so, after the patient was quite stable and waiting for the complicated administration to move up to the ICU, me as the co-assistant, carried the role as a manual bagging person. The patient's breathing is completely dependent to an ambulatory bag, every 3 or 4 seconds the bag (more like a balloon) should be pumped to give air to the patient's lungs. I might be proud as the most vital point to keep him living laid in my hand. Had I stopped bagging, the patient would stop breathing. Make you a bit big-headed, huh :)

There were two or three other co-assistants (my mates) on duty that time. We switched to keep bagging. Near 7am, when the sunlight entered the emergency unit softly, I turned to the resuscitation room's glass door and saw a freshly looking man, he wore a white coat like the other doctors in this hospital, but a bit more neat; he's tall and his black spectacles suited his classy appearance. When I look back now, he's not really that goodlooking but maybe the morning sun's effect got me into believing that he's simply handsome... :D

I didn't know he's our resident. In fact, he's the Chief of Emergency Installation, Anaesthesiology Dept. Meaning he's always in the ER from 7am to 3pm Monday to Saturday. All emergency patients and emergency surgeries in the ER were his responsibility. Quite cool, isn't it? :D

But at that time I thought he's just a doctor passing by. When I pumped the amb bag, he asked my name. I just answered lightly and got back to my bagging job. Nothing more than that.

Since then, we got the chance to meet quite often. I particularly liked to work in the ER, not because of him. The reason was that apart from ER, the other options were to be in the ICU, the Post-Operative Unit, or the Polyclinic. All them were booooring (especially the polyclinic - a place where time stands still...). I love the emergency situation, it's interesting....! The other reason was that the chiefs in ICU and Post-Op Unit were not that pleasant. So ER was the least bad of all. Never knew that it was the best of all, until I experienced it myself. My friends had gosipped that I liked to choose the ER duty because I liked the chief resident. The fact was the other way around. Because I had chosen ER and spent much time there, I was impressed by the chief resident. So I fancied him only after I left the anaesthesiology dept.

But ahh so sad, he's already had a girlfriend. She's also a resident doctor in the paediatric dept and she's very beautiful. When I was a co-assistant in that dept, I used to really like looking at her; so cute! A bit chubby, matched the babyface look. But now, I'm quite scared when I see her around, as what you would feel when encountering someone whose boyfriend you had a little crush with. Haha. T_T *sobs*

"we were fellow ER co-assistant..."
(no, you're not! ^^")

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:|

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 12:22:02 +0700

Recently my senses don't make any sense. Even though you're not here, I keep seeing you. Even though you're not here, I keep hearing your voice. And even when I see you, I keep missing you.

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Someone else's sun

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 10:33:27 +0700

Why were you as cold as the ICU room?
Don't be stressed out too often, people are missing your cheerful greetings.

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hellp

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:24:26 +0700

he's too cute he's too cute he's to cute he's too cute

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Faith

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 22:19:09 +0700

See how the life flows? You never knew what lies ahead. It's far from what you thought and imagined how it'd be. Let's go straight to examples. It's the reason I'm writing this anyway. Dear diary.

You were on the way to the pharmacy restroom. "May I borrow the restroom?" you asked the pharmacy people. Instead of hearing them replying, there's a voice from behind, "Borrow? How do you return it?" It's a random doctor I didn't know. A bit cute, not handsome.

Who would thought that stranger resident then becoming someone I secretly liked to set my eyes upon in the midnight at A&E when I wasn't allowed to sleep (night shift in anaesthesiology stage, while he's a surgery resident). Who would thought that the guy I could only see from afar could one day, few days ago, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the white shirt I was wearing in the A&E operation room.

But he's already got a girlfriend and once again it's the end of story.

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Guilty pleasure

nobody@vox.com(novella) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:23:33 +0700

I'm so sorry............ I stared at his butts once in the op room. Okay twice. Couldn't help it. He's too chubby, especially in those thin cotton clothes. I'm broken.

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