During the period when I was obsessing over the layout of this blog, I did not quite consider the fact that I'd hardly have time to maintain it once clinics start. In fact, I hardly have time to maintain anything, period. I feel like I might never cut my hair again for maybe 20 years, but then again this might have more to do with my inexplicable fear of the Scissors, than time restraints or anything else.

Nothing too exciting has been happening recently, and surgery has been okay so far. Except, my test is next thursday, and that is most certainly Not Okay. In fact it is like the complete opposite of okay. It is disastrous. My physical examination skills are practically nonexistent, and I'm not even talking about the dreaded PR. I am still staying as far away from the nether regions as possible, especially after the highly traumatising Debut With The Proctoscope during dk's clinic last Friday. He must think I'm like a total freak, which would just be the latest addition to the long list of people who already think I'm weird and perhaps slightly dysfunctional. But just slightly! Because that makes it so much better, hur hur.

Oh and I almost forgot to mention that I'm now a constitutional adult! Mentally, I always have been, but the State lags in its recognition ;x The best part of the whole thing was that I ended up with like 6 cakes, including TWO cheesecakes, of which 90% was consumed exclusively by me. I dare not think of the consequences of such behaviour, although I do admit that it may be time to start buying cake slices again as opposed to whole cakes.

With regards to health and fitness progress, there has been none. In fact I think I have made many steps in the negative direction. When clinics started I was totally dying trying to keep up with the pace that all the doctors walk at. Even the old and fat ones manage to summon up all forms of unlikely energy, and walk to and fro everywhere as if they're on an important mission. And of course they actually are, and their mission is To Save Lives. Like duh. Only idiotic parasites like me are unwanted in the wards.

Lastly! There's been a lot of talk about organ trading recently. Personally I feel quite strongly FOR it, reason being that doctors should save lives always, and not just as and when the circumstances are favourable for it. Of course there are always grave risks and complications, but if a willing party's suffering can bring permanent change and life to another, then I think that the benefits come out on top. And I think that whoever says that he would rather die than to buy an organ illegally is talking complete bullshit. Unless you are personally facing imminent death from liver failure, I don't think anyone is in the position to preach from a high horse. It makes me sick to think of all the lives we are losing for every day that we waste meaninglessly quibbling over whom we should persecute next. If necessary, I think that the hospital staff should just turn a blind eye if they suspect that the donor is a non-relation, which is obviously what happens in many other places around the world other than IRAN. Like please, how lame is -that- example. Sigh, if only the people in power had more balls to speak up for what they believe in.

Alright then, I'm not feeling too chirpy right now and I really should be doing some studying. I can't believe that I'll be missing One Republic and JASON MRAZ on Sunday because of this damn end-of-posting test. But I guess sacrifices must be made, and Mraz is on weed!!! So much for his all natural raw food diet. Haha :x