IT’S A DOC’S LIFE

The fairy godmother came to town and this time I wasn’t home sick!

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It’s Yenjai’s birthday’s so I thought I’d honour his 66 years by doing this long overdue tag (hastily modified from one of lazy-people buster to this).

1. Superhero power I want

Teleportation

2. Why?

It’s Yenjai’s birthday…so it’d be nice to teleport some of his selected friends to a nice location for a celebration. Of course, being the teleporter he’d have to invite me.

3. Downside of this superpower

Can’t think of any…only 1 disappointing limitation : Can’t stop time (am desperately trying to post this before midnight).

4. My superhero nickname

PPP (Party-Planner-Porter)

5. My motto

Get You There In A Heartbeat (if you pay for coffee)

6. Sworn enemy

All the transportation tycoons

7. Official vehicle

Need you ask?

8. Day job

Facebooker

No offence to those aged 50 (and above), what with life beginning at 50 and all, but today I feel like a quinquagenarian (ooh, I love this big word).

My back hurts. My left shoulder aches. Wait…count the right one in too. Yes, I was on-call on Super Sunday. Super not because Man U and Chelsea played for the EPL title, but super because I seemed to be a magnet for all the sick people in the state (or my MOs were).

This morning, my body went on strike. It felt like I had sleepwalked run a marathon and woken up with sore, sore muscles. Did you do any procedure yesterday, hubby wondered. Funny you should ask, I thought…because I had indeed struggled for a central venous access in a very ill man, and in a less-than posture-friendly position (dodging tubes and lines and perfusor pumps)!

Ah, the ravages of age. Gone are the days when I would push aside any wimp pretending to be doing chest compressions and jump onto the bed myself to demonstrate the REAL way to do it (see the waveforms on the monitor…that should be the amplitude). Now, I could probably muster several good pumps, and then the height of the wave will be seen to dwindle…this I believe, is called fatigue. Persist and the first pang of pain would be felt in the chest…and the next day you’d start wondering aloud to your spouse why your shoulder hurts.

Yes, today I feel 50 indeed, but tomorrow, tomorrow I’d be 20 years younger again.

This isn’t the first time Tai Lo has got himself into a tight corner (literally).

The last time he wriggled into this impossible position he got a foot stuck and was letting out pitiable hamster squeaks for help. Sis had to call in several friends to extricate this rodent.

Of course hamsters don’t learn. He’s managed to find himself in this familiar spot faster than you can say Hamtaro!

Unlike some lucky people I didn’t win any goodies, but I am thankful for the break from work and the opportunity to update myself in the field of nephrology.

And I love the conference bag!

 Note to the organisers : Thank you for not giving us another nondescript black bag!