On top of: * doing a pile of dishes unprovoked at 6am, * having a 12 hour shift, and * then having a session with my therapist... I also: * epilated my legs, * did my laundry, * swept the war-torn floors of my apartment, * washed my hair, and * even danced with my old-new hula hoop.
On a quiet Sunday evening with the company of lofi beats and peppermint tea, I reflect on my relationship with social media, and try to remedy it.
Dear new House Officers, I need to warn you about something before you embark on the transition of your lifetime: Everything is going to change.
There is a full moon out tonight, and on my way to my car after work, I paused to take a look at this silver orb suspending against the clouded cobalt blue sky, and wondered, "What do I want to let go off?"
Guess who got to bring her laptop to work today and get the chance to blog (with coffee in hand!) in the pantry? That's right. This fortuitious Boxing Day, we get to experience the luxury of the ethereal "work life balance" everyone keeps banging on about.
MIA is a commonly used term among house officers to call out those rascals who go 'missing in action' in the middle of a busy workday. It's often derogatory, but this time, it felt necessary for me. But why?
It feels like just yesterday that I was a clueless, clumsy, and chaotic first poster in surgery. Now, I'm in my third posting, and fresh medical graduates are addressing me as "senior". So, what's life like navigating the new posting?
In the month that has passed since I asked a rather heavy question, and went on to explain the events that brought me there, I have finally come to an acceptable answer as to why people choose to end their lives. From where cometh this epiphany?
What was meant to be the best, most accomplished day of the department turned into an absolute disaster, and I found myself feeling jealous of the house officer from Penang General Hospital that committed suicide last month. What on Earth went wrong?
After emerging from yet another prolonged pause, what do I finally resurface to talk about? The very surface through which the world sees me: my skin.
I've been in my second department of housemanship (internal medicine) for a week now, and I am frequently asked this question by my colleagues and friends is: Do you miss surgery? Well, I do.
Yes, again I struggle to find the words, but I try anyway to convey two important messages: I finished surgery, and thank you supporters!
A tragic and triumphant tale about a first poster in surgery who tagged for 53 days during housemanship. How, and why did this happen?
The long hours toiling within hospital walls have not turned me into a droid-doctor. I am still here, albeit less than I'd like, trying to adjust.
I began working as a junior doctor this Wednesday in my first department: surgery, and guess what? I broke my blog/ vlog streak. So, how do I feel about it, and how am I doing otherwise?
It's been one hell of a ride, from explaining to anyone wondering why I'm not a doctor yet, to being called "Doctor" on the daily. Here are some things on my mind, and some updates.
Yes, I'm quitting social media. But this time, it's for reasons I can actually articulate, for real, and for good.
A review of the quarter passed, a look at 2021, and a burgeoning new life ahead of me.
We've arrived at yet another bout of my consistent inconsistency. I explain myself during this full harvest moon whilst I devour one too many mooncakes.
I'm not sure what energy this moon brings, but some things are on my mind: productivity, purpose, goals, people, and progress. What's on yours?
I am officially on the waitlist, and wordlessly terrified that my future job will undo all the good work I've done in the last year.
No matter how much you plan, things can happen throw you off course. Breaks are necessary because rest is good. Here's how to ask for it nicely.
I have a confession to make: I'm one of those moon gazers. But before you write me off as an astrology woohoo, hear me out.
It is now exactly 2 months since I started my journey as a full-time remote freelance writer. Curious to know what wisdom I've gathered?
I graduated medical school in October 2019, and as of July 2021, I have not yet begun my housemanship. This post answers why.
Have you ever set a goal and then been let down by yourself? Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. This is me explaining myself as to why there have been consistent absences, and what I've been up to in the meantime.
It's only polite for every new space in the internet begin with an introduction, so here's mine.