Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Having emerged from under a rock
My apologies for the protracted silence over the holidays. It is usually during the holidays that I am the most silent simply coz there's always so much to do, so many people to catch up with that there's a lot less time to reflect upon the ordinary things in life. But lots have been going on-- the conclusion of the exams, my flight back home the day after, my week long trip to Langkawi with my family, immediately following which 2 intense weeks in medical oncology. And now 4 weeks later, here I am, sitting in the library at the Glasgow Royal Infirmary, having crossed 4? continents in just as many weeks.
I am in Glasgow doing a 4 week stint in Plastic Surgery. Plastic surgery is simply fascinating--there are a whole multitude of procedures to see from breast reconstructions to trauma lists to major head and neck surgery. And the plastic surgeons? Simply divine. =) I think it is the nature of such a specialty that requires a delicate combination of gentleness, appreciation of beauty, steadiness and thoroughness that selects for such a fine breed of gentlemen. So I'm definitely enjoying these 4 weeks being the happy recipient of such chivalry before I'm thrown back into the grind of having doors slammed as I walk through them, having to lug supermarketing and being left standing indefinitely as these guys happily rest their sore feet. =) (oops, sorry guys)
A few words on glasgow. The beautiful thing about Glasgow is that is that one always knows what to expect from it; you can always bet your bottom dollar that it will be horribly cold, wet and windy--aye, with hardly any exceptions to the rule. But even though I whinge constantly about the cold and the rain, I always come back. There's something about dusty, dreary, industrialised Glasgow that charms me. Perhaps it is the dreariness the weather brings that appeals to that melancholic side of me, but I think more so it is the people who always keep me warm inside, who give me that sense of deep seated contentment. There are always beautiful moments in glasgow, talking to my sis while cuddled into the sofa, sitting with PS on the front seat of a double decker bus returning from the campsies watching the rain hitting the windscreen in front of us and that one exultant moment in Inverness when all the hard work in the last few weeks of the year was suddenly made well worth it.
It's time to go now, got to head for surgery but there's so much more to write about. About people and outpatients and things learnt in church and other reflections. Shall continue soon when I find the time!
I am in Glasgow doing a 4 week stint in Plastic Surgery. Plastic surgery is simply fascinating--there are a whole multitude of procedures to see from breast reconstructions to trauma lists to major head and neck surgery. And the plastic surgeons? Simply divine. =) I think it is the nature of such a specialty that requires a delicate combination of gentleness, appreciation of beauty, steadiness and thoroughness that selects for such a fine breed of gentlemen. So I'm definitely enjoying these 4 weeks being the happy recipient of such chivalry before I'm thrown back into the grind of having doors slammed as I walk through them, having to lug supermarketing and being left standing indefinitely as these guys happily rest their sore feet. =) (oops, sorry guys)
A few words on glasgow. The beautiful thing about Glasgow is that is that one always knows what to expect from it; you can always bet your bottom dollar that it will be horribly cold, wet and windy--aye, with hardly any exceptions to the rule. But even though I whinge constantly about the cold and the rain, I always come back. There's something about dusty, dreary, industrialised Glasgow that charms me. Perhaps it is the dreariness the weather brings that appeals to that melancholic side of me, but I think more so it is the people who always keep me warm inside, who give me that sense of deep seated contentment. There are always beautiful moments in glasgow, talking to my sis while cuddled into the sofa, sitting with PS on the front seat of a double decker bus returning from the campsies watching the rain hitting the windscreen in front of us and that one exultant moment in Inverness when all the hard work in the last few weeks of the year was suddenly made well worth it.
It's time to go now, got to head for surgery but there's so much more to write about. About people and outpatients and things learnt in church and other reflections. Shall continue soon when I find the time!
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