Some patients like to say

" hi, I'm here to collect my soles." (?souls) ;p

Sponsorship

I emailed to the dude that I've known from Nixx headquarters. Stated on the email on the reasons why these athletes are in need of the socks, and if possible, sponsorship will be ideal and beneficial (marketing purpose). If sponsorship is not granted, other avenues of looking at sponorship will be from my own pocket. My beloved assistant nurse doesn't even mind chipping in a bit.

Dad offered to get his business partners involved if necessary.woohoo!

Come on, why should these special athletes wearing crappy socks (think socks that has been washed and tumbled in a washing machines for a few times) for training in the first place?

Dear Aunties/Uncles/Ah Peks/Ah mahs,

I know you all really care for my happiness. There are times I wish I can stop you all asking me if "I am married or not", "got a boyfriend boh?", " How can no boyfriend with your bootiful face", "If got a guy which I find suitable for you, can I ask him to come down to this room and look for you."

I've been bombed by such questions for the whole of last Friday at my clinic. Nothing much I can do anyway besides just smile lorrrr!
*ROAR*

There was this Uncle (chee-ko-pek?) even volunteer to get me flowers on the next visit.

I don't mind any guy who give me a bunch of tulips anytime though
Who knows I may even plant him a kiss upon receiving it. Ho Ho ho!

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Back from training with a bunch of special athletes gearing up for Shape run in September. Did a quick assessment on their lower limbs. Most of them not wearing good pair of socks. Every 4 athletes I've seen , 3 of them do possess some lower limb disorders. Funding from the sports hub is limited. I would have sponsor them quality pairs of socks only if my financial status allows. But Ah boy's school fees is due in Dec.....sigh*

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Have to work more Saturdays this month. Real bummer ;(

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Dr Oz/DDU: my blood tests come out with negative results. Not surprising ;p

My bro is the rockstar

Singapore Insitute Management is holding an annual uni bash at St James power house tomorrow evening.The ticket is going at $12. And my bro, being part of the committee, has been ordered to dress up like a 'rockstar'.

His outfit has been planned like this:

Calvin Klein skinny black jeans+ short sleeved white button down shirt.

Added a black 'old skool' look tie.

Accessorised with a metallic faux pax leather spidey wrist band, my chunky rings, and dark maroon nails by Maybelline Express fast drying varnish.

Slow and steady.....

My bro wants to know what other colours that are avaliable.

Yeah babey!! ;)

Who ask you to move your frigging leg?

1 prick= 1 punctured hole each on both brachial areas= 3 tubes of blood samples= 1 incident report to be done


No, Im not afraid of my own death.

Deaaarrr,

I think you ought to be a more happy pregnant lady.

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Dear Ben,

Now that you are moving into your second semester in Med 1, I hope you don't feel too despair or lonely being overseas by yourself. Studying abroad wasn't too much of an issue for me. However,everyone is different. All you need is the extra time to get yourself familiarized with the surroundings and finding your own clinque of friends which you can hang out with. Trust me. At the end of your studying journey, your life will be fufilled and relieved at the same time.Maybe you haven't got used to staying by yourself for such a long period of time. And of course, it is unlike the 'staying by yourself' in the army days.
I hope you can persevere and remember that your focus is on your study. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm sitting with you all the time.

Aging



Someone always thought I looked like 35yo.



How upsetting... ... -__-





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Bugis Bagus



After paying a visit at Dr Oz's clinic last Saturday, took a one-stop train ride to Bishan station. Caught up with Con's friend to get the tickets on her behalf for a chinese drama play. Met up with Cons at Raffles MRT station. Such a shame it was pouring heavily on that day as we've planned to check out the rivermarkets at the Arts House. A lot of stalls selling upmarket accessories armed with their own creavitiy and labellings. When I was staying in Oz, I don't mind paying such handmade accessories. But the locals seem to give me the impression that since there isn't any brand attached, it may not worth to pay the price for that particular item.

Eg, a handmade bag will not comparable to a stylish branded bag.

This is probably the best way I can put it.



Got a call from Em saying that there was another bazzar happening at Nafa along Bencoolen St.Gosh, that place was packed with (mainly) ladies. Not your ideal Giordano or U2 brand clothings. Most of the fashion are in its vintage form. Prices can be a little on the steep side. After rummaging a few stalls, we decided to move on to Bugis for a drink.



Cons is doing 4 yrs of chinese studies at Beijing Uni. So her 'comrade' arrived. We chatted a lot about living overseas, our experiences vs local expectations. We agreed that we find it hard to communicate with our local friends especially after staying overseas for quite sometime.No, I'm not trying to judge on those who hasn't or can't afford to get a taste of living overseas. Going abroad has taught me a better person than I used to be. ( I'm more patience with others. Being considerate, always spare a thought of others. Know when to protect yourself and be firm..etc)

Regular travelling has also broaden my horizons on certain aspects of life. I used to be a timid little girl who wasn't very good at open up myself.

So there you go.

Occupational hazard

The commander- in -chief (Dad) from home just instructed me to scapel off those callus off my bro's feet.

Knn... ...

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I'm starting to get a mallet toe.

Knn........*again*

Pick shit

Mr TT was referred from another hospital for our specialist service. Fine, I took over the case. 90% of the wound was healing well. However, he would need to have a follow up with the previous hospital's surgeon for a wound inspection as done monthly. After the consult, Mr TT will have his dressing done by the nurses weekly. By right, he would need to have his next follow up with me a week later. Not sure what exactly took him a month to come in and see me. The wound site has increased extensively on the lower limb with moderate amount of seeping fluids seen.

So pek chek+++

I told him that it's either he has the follow- up with me on the expected date given or he can choose to have all the follow up at the previous hospital.

While I gave him my honest opinion, I was kinda really trying to control my temper. Just because he is the frigging patient, he can tell me which dressing to use instead of the suggestive one.

I'm ready to discharge him if he screws up the appointment.


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Ooo, my beloved sponsored kid from Tanzania wants to be a Doctor when he grows up.
So happy to receive the annual progress report on my sponsored kiddo today. Good to know that he is obtaining very good grades on all his subjects.
I shall look forward to the day that he will become a famous Dr from Tanzania someday.
A little hope will not kill ya.

Giving it a miss

This year is no exception that I'll not be celebrating National Day since I'm off to Viet tomorrow!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee...............

6 months later

I still prefer working with the ang-moh patients.
The chances of getting hiccups with ang moh patients are so minimal as compared to the locals.

No lor, I'm not a SPG.

Travel bug hits North


I had to drag my lazy ass up early in the morning to Dr Oz' clinic at Tpy. I was disciplined enough to go for my morning run prior to that.

To speed up the journey, I took a bus to AMK station and followed by train. Guided by Dr Oz's precise instructions given, I've managed to arrive at the clinic as the first client. Met Dr Oz for the first time and gave me 2 jabs which appeared to be not too 'traumatising' for me. Must be due to the skillful hands of Dr Oz. ho ho ho.



Next, I went over to Tpy central to catch up with Sab for a drink. An hour later, caught the bus 238 to another gf's house for some Jap style home-cooked lunch. After our meals, she decided that we should catch a concert by SYC at Tanjong Pagar.Left the concert half-way through for Junction 8 mall.Wahhhhh, junct 8 mall has changed so much. Everything looks so newwwww. hurhur.

The girls have booked a table with Secret Receipe for a get-together dinner. Apparently, the resturant has been shut down.The line was transferred to another outlet upon table reservation.All of us ended up eating at Cafe Cartel, then over to Coffee Bean plus a spontaneous birthday celebration for L at the entrance of Junct 8 since all the shops were shut. Took some silly pics and went on to Mackers for drinks till the place has closed at 1am.

Can't believe I've spent about 7 hrs at Junction 8 mall. Hurhur!

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Sunday - Attended a chinese drama theatre show called 'big fool lee' with my mom at Drama centre (inside National library). My dad went spinning around Fort canning area until I've checked with Vn that the place wasn't there anymore.
And my bro (aka dickhead) , who is a library goer, didn't even know that the new drama centre is there lor!!! Bloody loser!!

Stab! Stab! Stab!

What's wrong with the training on the hospital's clerks nowadays? Si beh sub-standard.

Or rather the department has been assigned with some receptionists who haven't got the slightest idea of handling patients? Beats me.

Patient's appointment was at 3pm but came at 5pm. Clerk did the registering without asking my approval since the pt was super duper late.Another assistant nurse rang and advised me that my 'last' pt was here waiting. I was busy attending the in-patients and couldn't believe that it was close to 5pm and yet what on earth is the clerk is doing.
Nevermind, I rushed down the clinic and realised that the clerk had already registered the patient. Knn!!! Usually with patients who are late for more than 30mins, it's either I don't see them at all or if there are already patients ahead of them, they will be seen as the last in regardless.

Moving on to the next case scenerio, the clerk can call me during my lunch break and make unncessary enquires. Don't expect me to give up my lunch break to see patients anyway. And that's not going to happen.

Wo ye shi ren.


Last but not least, this clerk also has the habit of asking the patients to talk into my room asking for walk-in appointment.

Woman pt: hi are you Miss XXX, I want to see you can or not.

Me: Can, as long as you have made an appointment.

Woman pt: The lady at the counter asked me to come in here leh.

Me: Never mind, let me walk with you to the counter and make an appointment.

*Standing at the counter

Me: Can you please help this lady to make the appointment?

Blurr clerk: She wants to walk-in

Me: Then you could have let the nurse know rather than asking the patient to come into my room while I'm having chocolates in my mouth. Would you please not to do that in near future?

*WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

These clerks need some serious boot camp EQ training!!!

Dear Pa,


thanks for giving me a ride to Zouk last Saturday. And also, getting me home safely at 1am without allowing me to spend those bling on cab fares.


Your loving daughter
xoxo

** my dad thinks I should be lucky if my future husband is as thoughtful as he is

Clueless

3 of us were supposed to have a happy and fun time celebrating V's birthday at a local resturant. Not until S asked JJ if he is interested in coming. Judging from V and my sms replies, S should have felt that his presence wasn't necessary. Afterall, V and myself did express to her that "we always have thought it's just 3 of u on today's dinner" thingy.

Anyway, that wasn't the main issue.
S threw a fit at me just because she felt I wasn't being upfront with him about my feelings.
I was stunned for a moment......

On the contrary, why should I be upfront with someone who hasn't even declared his feelings for me?
He has every right to pursue what he wants but doesn't mean I have to show some 'acti0ns' against it. If he doesn't get the hint, then there's nothing much can be done. Bloody loser!

S was saying how she felt stressful because of JJ who has bugging her for info.
Rather getting the support from a long- time friend like S, I was being thrashed by her sayings over a guy whom I don't even know his surname.

Vn was telling me how such person can be called my 'good friend' just because I'm not doing what she thinks it's right. I should deserve at least some respect from S upon my decision towards such issue. Nope, I'm being condemned.

I really have no idea why S choses to be bothered so much instead of telling that guy to move on and get a life.

Dear VN,

Don't get too upset ok? *hugs*

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Sheesh, my colleague is throwing those Mr Eligible Patients to me. That's so obvious. I think she just couldn't wait I get hooked up or something. She also has arranged her Dr Good Fren's clinic to match with my schedule so he can send patients to me. Also means more communication will take place between me and him lor.
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Sometimes I hate myself for being a softie.

Bravo

My dear friend , N , found this doc appears to be quite geeky plus cute looking. Even though he has a dry sense of humour, N doesn't seems to mind at all. You know, those kind of jokes where you and I don't get it.
Anyhow, I added a few words of encouragement on how N wanted to ask him out for a game of pool on this coming Friday.

Vioooola! This dude replied and agreed to see her this Friday! She must be feeling as though she had just hit a jackpot or something.

(((my personal view)))

It's perfectly fine asking a guy out only if you decide to treat him as a friend from the start. Should you get yourself immerse with feelings or emotions in it, in this case, you may find yourself in a more difficult position scoring a date with your Mr Potential.
Sighs and symptoms of nervousness set in, breaking out in cold sweat, getting cold feet, and unable to think rationally. And that's NO good. The last thing is you don't really wish to make yourself behaving like a fool in front of him.

Go with the flow. Don't set any expectations till you get to know this person on a more personal level. It's always fair to date the person at least for a couple of times before deciding if you would like to go on further with the possibility of getting hook- up- kind of scenerios.
Personally, I don't believe in first sight. A bit of warmth up and time are the essential factors in order for me to open up myself to that person. This is getting such a' cosmo' column......

Love,

Flatfeet
xOxO

Don't know why

The clerks cannot listen to simple instructions and so does my assistant nurse. When I want the patient to come on Tuesday, they ought to follow the instruction given and no questions as should be asked.
The reason why I want the pt to come in on a Tuesday is because the ortho Dua lokun will be around to review the pt.

Another issue is I'm having a 'new' assistant nurse. Not exactly new but she has helped out on another area for a fair while before coming back to pod. The most frustrating part is she doesn't listen properly which often leads to communication breakdown. It's like what I want versus on what she assumes.She's untidy and not proactive to top up stocks on time.
Really 'gek sim' sometimes to work with such people. I miss my previous assistant nurse.

Dear VN

Don't forget our Jap buffet bet is on.

Patient's love

Says who you need someone special to be thinking of you all the time. For my case, it's totally exceptional. One of my leg amputee patients was really nice to get me 2 pots of plants from home so they can brighten up my clinic. The furthest on the left was bought at my Aunt's florist shop. Of course added with my loving care and attention plus daily watering, I hope the plants wouldn't die on me faster than expected.Hurhur.

Bonous pressie part 2!

One of the lovely med reps gave me a pendant from Taiwan!

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And Im down with a throat irriation. Sian!