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Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

Monday, March 10, 2008

[::..What's with Peads?..::]

What a day! What a day! Imagine saying that with s cool Scottish accent.

Anyway, my darling beloved colleagues decided that I should be thrown to do Paediatrics and Congenital Hearts by myself. I was like, whatever! So, I went to work, scared!!!!!!!!! Attempted to make peace with the peads doctor by asking him to choose the equipments that he wants, then I sat down and thought, well, what else could go wrong? Then it bloody did. I got a wire that was too short and he was moaning. Saying there is a course for technicians on paediatric. How come I don't know the kit. Well, how could I know the kit. I am never doing paediatrics. How many times have you seen my face in that lab. But anyway, the case went ok. Next case, some little hiccups, but it was fine. Then, the third case, it was fantastic. I was finally happy and relaxed.

Then we had a little tea party for a doctor that was leaving us. What did I do? Ate 4 slices of cakes, threw my diet in the air and said, "Sod it! I will diet tomorrow!" I went home and felt so sick eating all the cakes and downed two glasses of orange juice, I just had to vomit them all out. Now I feel better. Bulimia? No way. I love my food too much to have a food disorder. I was just asking for it. After almost 3 mths of being good, i decided to throw in the towel as I was quite happy with my weight and the inches I lost. There was a bottle of coke, but I decided maybe not today.

I am having a good early week this week. Tomorrow, I will cook. Haven't cook for a long time. I will make proper food. This time, for 1.

Vesper.


"A good companion is better than solitude, and solitude is better than an evil companion."

flamingbikini - 7:21 PM

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