Monthly Archives: March 2010

Ricky Martin

I can’t believe he is gay! He was such a heartbreaker when i was growing up, crooning heart-melting love songs, groovy sexalicious songs and that video with Christina Aguilera! And now he says he’s gay. How did he pull that off, going out with women in public light without feeling disgusted or stifled?! Amazing.

Read the MTV article here.

Also what the hell, why are all these hot guys suddenly admitting they are gay??? Gosh. Anyway, back to Diabetic Ketoacidosis

P/S: I wasn’t bored enough to happen to google about Ricky Martin. I was listening to the Guardian daily podcast when i heard this piece of news. It makes you wonder exactly what kind of news is considered news these days.


Traffic fine

I got myself another fine. This despite being excruciatingly careful to follow all speed limits. I got fined for doing 65km/h in a 60km/h zone. Whilst i am certainly in the wrong because i am clearly over the limit, i am really upset that this speed limit is not consistently applied to all drivers. How this happens, why this happens, is beyond me. I am not even going to grouse over it because there is no point. The way i see it, i have two options. To bemoan my stupefying lack of luck, or to look on the bright side and expend my anger out on the roads.

I choose the latter.

At least i can see an improvement – i have gone from a 3-demerit point offense to a 1-demerit point one. Maybe this is one of the many signs i am getting that perhaps i should drive even slower to save my life in the future. The point is, i am incredibly frustrated. Tomorrow, i start releasing my anger. Since the other drivers seem to get away with ridiculous speeds and behaviour, i will be the thorn in their sides, the stone in their shoes.

Tomorrow, i am going slow. Below the speed limit. Good luck overtaking guys, because i am not taking this shit anymore. I can’t claim my fines in taxes so you guys can boost the medical coffers by seeking psychiatric help for anger management because people like me are out to provoke you, by taking it slow.

Update: I think deep down it is a fear that maybe, just maybe i have an addiction to driving too fast without even realizing it. And the most frightening thing is that despite my best efforts to rein myself in, it is not working. I wonder whether this is how drug addicts feel.

Abuse of the system

Most hospitals have some kind of procedure in place where in the event an emergency occurs (i.e. someone stops breathing), a staff member will announce a code over the public announcement (PA) system, prompting a legion of doctors assigned on duty that particular day to go running towards the patient to resuscitate him/her. This procedure is used for a variety of purposes such as when there’s a fire or when a patient or visitor turns violent, or if someone brings in a weapon.

In the current hospital i am based at, i am appalled at how the system is used. The person announcing is unclear in her instructions (if you do not mention the location properly, how will the team know where they should run to?), and the system is used for paging doctors. What is the point of having pagers if you are just going to yell the doctors’ names for everyone to hear over the PA system? If the doctor did not respond to the first few flurry of pages, surely that means he/she is busy, and you demanding for him/her over the system will be as futile?

I think the last straw came for all of us when there was an emergency announcement right in our unit. We looked at each other horrified, and the consultant went to have a look. He ambled back a few minutes later, completely relaxed. We gave him quizzical looks.

“That was not an emergency. The nurse made that emergency call because the doctor she has been paging did not reply and she wanted an IV cannula inserted into the patient.”

Our jaws dropped. IV CANNULA?! Every nurse knows how to do that; in fact nurses are probably better than junior doctors at inserting cannulas. What the hell was wrong with this nurse? She made the whole team (which by the way includes doctors from the Intensive Care Unit and Emergency Department) sprint to the unit only to discover the defibrillator and all those fancy heart equipment they hauled along were redundant, and they only need a bloody cannula. Amazing, i tell ya.

Equally astounding was this nurse was not reprimanded nor re-briefed on the proper procedures and that what she did was a blatant misuse of the system. In fact the consultant dryly drolled that if a nurse ever asked us to insert a cannula, do it immediately to spare anyone else the misery.

Dental caries

The dog and the massive bone in comparison

A few weeks back i brought the dog to the vet for her routine vaccinations and an annual check-up. I like the demeanor of this new vet; he did not just have good doggie-skills, but he has good people skills too. Anyway, the dog has dental caries affecting the molars? (are they called molars in dogs too?) and i wondered whether i should be brushing her teeth. I am not the sort of owner who will pamper my dog, or at least i think so. I prefer my dogs rugged, after all they are animals. The vet recommended that i give the dog bones to gnaw on. He said dogs are scavengers and something about chewing stuff would stimulate something which would in turn reduce teeth decay. Clearly i wasn’t very attentive. I understood where he was coming from, the mechanism sounded familiar, so i simply agreed. Maybe he’s right, maybe there is another school of thought, because i recalled a dog trainer once advised me to feed my dogs only with dry kibble, because it is these sort of junk food that causes tooth decay. He also added that raw bones attract wasps which could potentially harm my dog. The latter point was what concerns me and made me decide to not feed the dog any bones. Plus last time i fed the dog lamb bones; she developed diarrhea and i got told off by the vet surgeon. Clearly there are many schools of thought, so you know what, what the hell. I will feed her raw bones and see how it goes.

Wondering whether i should leave the bone out for a few days for the dog to savour, or to throw it out before night. I don't want the bone decomposing in my yard.


I just released Delphina. I am still reeling a little from my sudden impulse, and just a little sad seeing her fly away, though i have not really liked her. I think what slammed it really home was how desperate this bird wanted to leave her cage. I opened the cage knowing full well she will be out in a second. Lance never learnt how to fly and i do not think he ever will. Delphina hopped to the opening, paused for a second, and took off, flying high into the sky. She met another bird, made a slight detour and was on her way.

She was built for this, to fly at liberty wherever, whenever. I have been keeping the birds for a few weeks now, and it has gradually been impressed upon me how cruel it is to restrict their movements. I leave the cage out in the backyard, and i heard the birds chirp with answering calls from the wild. I saw how Delphina flew madly around the cage, trying to seek a way out. I never let her go because i do not know whether domestic birds can survive in the wild, and i wanted her to be Lance’s playmate. But the breaking point came when i spent a bit more time at home the last few days.

I heard one of the birds go into this mad squawking rage, a huge commotion in the cage that startled me, and certainly had the dog rushing out in panic to check on them, and then a loud thud. This did not happen once or twice, but certainly several times. So yesterday i napped on the couch so i could observe them. And i saw that it was Delphina who goes into a screeching hysteria, saw her attack Lance, saw her shove him off his perch. Since Lance cannot fly, he drops like a dead weight to the bottom of his cage. He can’t hop properly either (he has a deformity in his leg; my housemate and i have come to the conclusion that he has a neurological problem, and that probably led him to fall out of his nest in the first place), so he scrambles desperately to climb up the side of the cage. And Delphina swooped down and pecked and clawed him savagely. I was appalled. I have no experience with birds, but an unprovoked attack like this does not bode well nor seem right to me. Ultimately, Lance would cower at the side of the cage, and he would hastily clamber off his perch whenever Delphina came near. She has the advantage of flight; he does not. Before purchasing Delphina, i always hear Lance chirp. Since putting her into the same cage, he has become silent. I witnessed four of these mad cycles of violence in two days. I do not know how often Delphina attacks Lance, nor do i know how much longer he can take, falling off his perch. He will die.

I wondered whether Delphina was bored. I know that animals perform stereotyped movements when they have a lack of stimulation. I have certainly bought stuff to entertain Delphina but it is not working. So i released her. She is clearly suited to the wild. And through keeping these birds, i have gradually realized that i do not like rearing birds, and more importantly, i feel that i am literally clipping their wings, and it is exceedingly cruel. Keeping Lance is fine with me; he will die in the wild. Delphina on the other hand was a strong young bird. I feel terribly guilty, and i know i am impressing human emotions on her, but i can’t help but wonder how sad and desperate she must be when she heard the carefree cries of the wild birds, whilst she was kept in a cage. I hope she is all right. I think she will be. She has proven to me that she is a robust bird, although in ways i did not appreciate. There is a massive creek near my place, she will be finally get the happiness i could not provide.

Godspeed to her, maybe she will come back to visit whenever she hears Lance chirps when i put him in the yard. In fact, he is chirping right now, something i have not heard in ages.


Love taking photos of shadows!

The dog and I in our backyard.

All right, shall bake some chicken wings for dinner and warm up some canned soup. Tomorrow’s a busy day; gonna be on call till midnight.


Arm’s working not too bad. Put it to the test just now; played a game of badminton with my friends (need to work on my drop shots!). I only noticed that my arm is a bit more hyperextendsible than usual, but otherwise it was all right. My fitness is coming back; i like that feeling.

The sunset on the drive to the badminton hall. There was a brilliant sunrise this morning too but i did not have the time to stop and snap.