My job: I love him, I love him not

I love writing in my blog. its the only media I write stuff I really feel like saying... I dont give a damn about people in facebook or twitter. In those areas, I'd resort to passive aggressive comments to people I'm pissed off at. This is different. This is my place, my own, my precioussss :D

My life is quite crazy at the moment. As usual, in Miri Hospital, there arent always enough housemans (or housemen? i really dont know :P). currently there are 4 of us in male medical ward (which is always full to the brim with patients), and 2 of them are first posters. They are learning, we're still learning. I have to wake up at 5am every morning, got to ward around 6am to finish round. And I'm always on call, I basically live in the hospital. Like, my big-sized facial wash is in the ward and I'm using the travel size at home! wth??

Yeah, I complained a lot about my job. I don't want to complain because it's my job..but i need to because I'm a human. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I've been in this love-hate relationship with my job for so long. and it has made me feel dead, and alive at the same time. It will never get easier, you'll just have to get better.

I've sacrificed my life, my family time, my love life for my patients. Karma, please be good to me :P

chain of screaming

When somebody did/said something awful to us, we would always say, "I swear I wouldn't do such a thing to other people next time".. but then, later came, and you did/said exactly what the awful person did to you, to another person (and its worse because you already know how suck-y the other person must be feeling)

and we will come up with something reasonable to justify what we did, no matter how much we know it'd hurt the other person.

we are selfish, sometimes. its just how the world roll.