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Saturday, November 27, 2010


Its 4.30am and I’m still up but that is normal because we’re in the midst of exams.

Mine have ended but I’m just accompanying one miserable boy who’s still cramming for his last paper, which is in 4.5hrs.

I’m not at all relieved that my one exam of the sem has ended..

I’m not denying that the paper was quite a killer but I feel that it was the easiest part of everything we have had to do this semester.

I’m still in the middle of amending my CSR protocol, amending my primary research proposal and worrying a lot.

I worry a lot nowadays.. or did I use to worry a lot previously too?

It is getting more and more difficult to fall asleep .. sometimes I spend 2 -3 hours pretending to sleep.

Like I told my mei mei, the trick to falling asleep is to pretend to be sleeping.

Not working that well now.

One night it was got really bad and depressing because my sleeplessness invited wild morbid thoughts about death.

I thought mostly about my parents and my mommy and her 160/130 hypertension and all the nasty things (e.g. stroke, heart attack….death) we tell our patients.

And it got me thinking how scary this whole deal of having a chronic disease is. All the serious complications if nothing was done about the illness.

It doesn’t help that the nurse tells me about the worse case scenarios; it scares the shit out of the patient that the situation becomes too much to cope and pretending nothing is going on is the easier way out.

People can use a little more empathy, patience and understanding.

Anyways. I am worried about my parents getting older.. Makes me wonder how much time do we really have left..

Reminder to self: must cherish people now.


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