Patience

Someone up there is obviously not happy with me. As if smashing my nose during soccer, thus ensuring that even this game I had to sit out wasn't bad enough, now I've caught a cold on top of it. No need to wonder anymore what dyspnoeic patients feel like, when you freaking can't even breathe through your nose at all, reduced to panting like a marathon runner (oh the irony).

This week brings yet another lousy team, that doesn't seem willing to teach at all. How hard is it to remember that you weren't born a bloody consultant, that you had to work your way up, starting where we are now? How hard is it to just teach us, or at least give us basic info about each patient so we dun stand there aimlessly? Very frustrated with the sheer amount of time and energy we waste each day. This way benefits nobody at all; you're annoyed that we slow you down, we're annoyed that we dun learn anything, and patients are wondering why all these clowns are standing around stoning without seeming to do anything useful.

Campaigning this week, though we didn't manage to reach the M4s and 5s. Whatever lah; i just want all this to be over, and there to be no fall out. Probably not going to happen though...

Lots of time this week to chit chat with everyone; the one good thing that colorectal team has done for me. The highlight was the party today for our 3 musketeers; larry ouyang and chris seet. You guys have been absolutely awesome to know, and hang out with... Here's wishing all of u a happy birthday, and best wishes for the year ahead...

Same old feelings, same old grievances. Some things never change...

ADDENDUM: So this is how friendship ends. I thought ours would drift away into nothingness, but nope. You have to mark its demise with a bang. 5 fucking years I put up with all ur crap, helped u, haerd you out thru all ur bloody gal problems. And now i realise it was never a friendship at all, it was delusion on my part. The team, all our struggles meant absolutely jack shit to you; as nothin compared to the great trials and struggles you went thru.

The one thing that constantly amazes me is how you can't see anything you did wrong, how it all becomes our fault for never being good enough, for not putting u back as captain when the only way u united the team was in hatred of you. Whatever it was, we are as glad that u left, as you yourself are. Providence, u said? DEfinitely.

Burn in hell. You're not worth even this much space and time...

Replies:
Clare: haha. Old is as old does =/ meet up soon!

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