the terminal

the new house is pretty

still too many un-unpacked boxes lying around to physically tell she's (i've decided that our new place is too pretty to be called a he, so she it is) gorgeous
but i can feel it.

so i've traded irritating souped-up ahbengmazdas and mitsubishilancers zooming up the flyover outside my old window
for the roar of boeings over my new ceiling

so much for giving me poor old battered ears a respite.
but getting my own room,
i'd say it's a fair trade-off.

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currently loving otorhinolaryngology.
first bunch of surgeons that are not too harriedbusyobnoxious to teach you, go through every single patient with you
and if i must say, damnbloody nice.

plus really funny to boot.

clinics with a certain drleung, taking a follow-up history from a patient with recurrent vertigo
(patient had consulted him a week ago for vertiginous dizziness. but made a trip to the ED a few days later for the same problem)
drL (in mandarin): did you become giddy after seeing me that day?
earned a huge giggle from me and a blush from the patient.

as i go through my postings ive been slowly realising that maybe surgery might become an option in the future.
not general surgery, maybe something more specialised, not gut or PR-related.
i love performing procedures, i get a high from throwing a few simple sutures
(it may be all due to novelty now, giving myself a couple more years to see if that high sticks)

i have a feeling
that i might just enjoy removing ear wax for a living in the future.