RIP and I'm very sorry I killed you Nike Shoes

Yes, I write about food so I can take a break from medicine, but yes, today I shall write a short paragraph about my beloved Nike shoes because I think this is marginally important despite the exams coming up.

In a state of coffee madness, I put my beloved Nike Airs (which cost me a whopping A$110; to all those jerks out there with silver spoon/golden backside, DON'T TELL ME YOUR LOUSIEST SHOES COST A$500+ THANK YOU VERY MUCH) into the washing machine without switching the hot air drier option off. And the shoes came out in 5 separate pieces each. I was in shock for a few days and then the numb feeling wore off. They are now residing in a Big W plastic bag because I am too heartsick to throw them away.

My current hospital shoes also need replacement as the heels have worn out and the suede is starting to look like rusty whitey gray sandpaper (original colour: a lovely deep gray).

Oh, and I am also broke. Won't be going to the gym for a while, I doubt I can ever get the same pair again though. I miss my Nikes. :(

NB: I burnt my hospital pants too in that same state of coffee madness. Wrong dial on the iron, don't ask.

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Pre-exam ramblings

Oh my god I only have 1.5 weeks left till the final exams. And NO STUDY BREAK! Yes, we are still being taught cardiorespiratory medicine right till the Friday before our written paper. I really think my university, prestigious as it may be, has some ISSUES. Or maybe it's just the australian culture. Apparently people complained a while back and they proposed giving us at least a week study break, then some other nutcases complained that they wanted a longer holiday, and the majority won... so we HAVE NO STUDY BREAK. Ok, I know all you Aussies are geniuses, but I am from Malaysia and due to my 22 year history of Maggi Mee ingestion, my neurones are not as fast, my muscles fatigue easily, and my eyes can't keep open to read so much. Also, I don't have ANY connections in Australia. (Well, not lifelong ones anyway, so I've got those jittery I met you one month ago heh heh but no time to keep up because I'm so effing busy) And all these other locals have moms, dads, uncles, god-uncles, cousins, working in various hospitals and they can ASK THEM ANYTHING ABOUT MEDICINE. They reserve the good juicy questions for consultants while the dumbo ones like me ask stupid questions during tutorials like "I don't understand arrythmias, or arrythmic drugs. I've read every book and I'm still confused," while the postgraduates yawn and stretch and give each other roll-eyes looks to drive home the point that they are BORED.

Fruck, sometimes I hate this bloody situation. Then I realise that although there is always someone in a better situation than you (think silver spoon and a golden backside), the converse is also true (think 3 jobs supporting oneself in Australia for a medical degree and arriving sleep-dpreived and getting laughed at by the *ahem* stuck-up students when you stutter during a case presentation because you are embarassed by your strong accent).

Yes, I was going to write about my experience today trying to get a long case done and ending up doing scutwork in ED. Got home at 9:45pm. It's 12:25am and I still haven't had dinner yet. And I still don't understand arrythmias. God, it's going to be a long 1.5 weeks.

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