78 years old

I saw a 78 years old patient today and thought that it’s scary to live up to that old. Especially when your health isn’t really all that great.

Bilateral calcification in carotid arteries. Right calcification of femoral artery. Open heart surgery for a bypass. Has difficulty getting out of bed or from lying to sitting. Skin cancer. Groin pain. Super tight musculature in lower back and right hip.

Fucking scary.

I sure as hell don’t want to end up like this when I’m 78 years old.

just for ah bing

Bing, this post is just for you. Just to show I am still alive and kicking. Happy not?

I actually had a lot of things to blog about but things came up. Then other things came up. Shitty things at that.

And exams are around the corner.

I will be back. I promise.

conclusion

Little wobbly old ladies are nice.

They are not lying when they said that patients DO scream out in pain.

Gone were the days where they spoon feed you with information.

I love what I do.

I am fucking exhausted.

depressing

It’s depressing being human sometimes.

Especially when you have health related problems that cannot be fixed. All you can do is sit and wait and watch, knowing the impending doom that might befall and there is nothing you can do…… except sit and wait and watch.

I must have done a lot of bad things in my past life for all these things to happen to me.

If that wasn’t depressing enough, dad called with bad news about the twins. Am waiting for the xrays so I know what’s going on.

Sucks to be a grown up. I don’t want to deal with all these things.

Life just plain sucks.

happy mother’s day

This is the first mother’s day without grandma.

I wonder where she went? Is she in a better place?

It’s been 5 weeks since she left us. It’s strange how life goes on like nothing has ever happened. It’s like she never even existed.

It was always a pleasure to able to see her every time I fly back home. Even when she couldn’t remember me anymore. Grandma was still grandma. With or without her memory.

I miss you, grandma.

vanity

I used to scoff at women who wear heels anything higher than 2 inches. I could not fathom how anyone would want to put their poor feetsies in so much distress just to look good.

Lo and behold. The world is coming to an end. I now know how people would WANT to put their poor little feetsies in so much distress just to look good.

I went out and bought a pair of 3 inch heels.

Seriously. My metatarsals are near vertical! I am quite literally standing on the balls of my feet.

Sigh…… the things women do for vanity.

I am so doomed.