Friday, June 19, 2009

Happy

I feel happy today.

The reason - I was supposed to do a passive call today, but it got canceled. Horray!!

Another reason - I am going home tomorrow!

Another reason - do I need another reason?

Anyway, for quite some time now, I have come to realize that I don't hate Ortho that much after all. I guess I just needed some time to get used to the department and the diseases and the patients and the way things work.

I don't dread going to work anymore.
I wouldn't say that I look forward to go to work, but at least I don't feel down when I wake up every morning.

I think I can measure my mood based on my ear-rings.
By the way, I LOVE ear-rings.
I love buying them and I love wearing them.
Most of the time, they are silver.
Maybe one day I will take a picture of my collection and put it up here.
(Too lazy to do it right now).

Anyway, during the beginning of the posting, I really did not feel like wearing ear-rings.
The ear-rings I wore were small ones, sometimes I don't wear them at all.
Nowadays, I am wearing my 'dangly-dangly' ear-rings (except for the days that I am supposed to be in the OT).
I even take the effort to look for different ear-rings to wear to work (if I wake up a bit earlier)!
So, small/no ear-rings = sad; long/big ear-rings = happy.

As I said, today I am happy.
I showered for a long time. I showered until the skin of my fingers got all shriveled up.
And that brought back a memory.

When I was youngyounger, my family used to go to the beach quite often, always with my cousins. And us (my cousins, Rajiv and I) being young, we did not care about getting sunburned (actually even now I couldn't be bothered worrying about it). So, what would happen is, the adults would be sitting in the shade somewhere, and we children would playing in the beach. Of course they would be keeping watch over us, and every now and then my Dad of one of my uncles would come and join us kids.

After some time, we kids would be comparing our hands with each other, admiring those with the most wrinkles. Sometimes even the toes would have wrinkles. Our parents tried to use the wrinkling of skin as a parameter that we have been at the beach long enough, but of course we never cared.

Another memory - whenever it was time to go home from the beach(usually some time after lunch, about 4-5pm), we children will never look at the direction of the adults. Them being adults (and lazy)- they would try to shout and wave their hands and gesture us to come back. So, we just pretended that we can't see them or hear them and continue playing, until someone actually comes over to the beach to call us. Even then, we would try to beg for an extra 5-10 minutes, which usually extended up to about half an hour.

*sigh*
The joys of childhood.

Well, seems like I started out talking about one thing and ended up somewhere else.
Time to stop.

Today, my specialist to something that I would like to share. He said that in order to enjoy your job, you must do you job properly, make sure you do whatever it is that is necessary for you to do (hope I am making sense).

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