"All These Things I've Done" (The Killers)

Happy Sunday.

Happy Daffodil's Day, March 20th. Support the Irish Cancer Society allright.

Fresh daffodils from the hospital to show some supports

Happy Irish/European Mother's Day, March 22nd.

Mak at Temple Bar, Dubs

Happy post-Grand Slam Irish beaten the Welsh. Go O'Driscoll's lads!

Life is still a bit monotonous for me regardless. I tried to paint as much as yellow on to it, as spring coming along. It's still like - woke up with the smell of coffee and toast, weigh myself on the scale beside the coffee table, went back to bed with a partially broken heart (needle on weighing scale remained at where it was yesterday) to finish the presentation/case reviews/studying/stalking on Facebook on the computer. Seemed similar like yesteryears.

I attended another conference in Kildare yesterday and got injected by the spirit again. This must be how it feels like when people get collagen or botox injection. Bouncy, youthfully, full of energy. Mau jadi hebat!

Anywhoo. I realized how my quality of life has gone from bad to worse. A typical on-call with all work and no sleep is very bad, if one gets a no sleep call but less list of jobs is considered a good call. Last Thursday I got an hour flat sleep and I considered that as a great call! How pathetic!

BTW that Thursday call, I attended a meconium delivery at wee hours in the morning. The baby delivered allrite no problems, I was cleaning his meconium stained face and body when out of the sudden he just absent-mindedly peed all over me. There I was, half-awake with scrubs smelled like poo and pee.

I then was called to A&E when a wheezy child came in. The Indian A&E nurse, looking at my soaked top then knowing the story said - in my place when you're being peed by a newborn baby like that they said you're gonna get married soon.

Wah how can?