who's counting?

There was this David Tao song called "22" about a girl turning 22 and finally leaving her childhood behind and exploring the world. I remember listening to it first when I was 17, and wondering what I'd be like at 22. Everytime I hear that song I recall how at 17 I was, well not quite lost, but rather, how undecided and searching I'd been, and am always grateful that at 22 I:

1. Have found what I shall spend the rest of my life (well, the better part of it anyway) doing

2. Kept my friends

3. Have a loving family

4. Am not into anything illegal

5. Have my driver's license

But I regret that at 22, I still haven't:

1. Lived on my own

2. Figured out how to do my laundry

3. Travelled on my own

4. Learnt how to save $

5. Had a serious affair

6. Groupied Jay Chou

7. Got hung over (no not even on my birthday)

8. Controlled my blushes!

ever-resting

It's late. Early morning. Lots of things to do, such as finishing up case report on "Leukocoria" for the Ophthalmology posting and mugging for the posting test on Friday. But still, time for an update which's been way overdue.

O&G's completed. Belatedly, I miss it. A whole lot. I miss the adrenalin, the action and the subject. Which is rather rare to find I think, such enthusiasm for O&G (doubt anybody else actually "misses" it hrrhrr). A lot of the time, I look back and marvel at how we made it through, crisis after crisis, major stress episodes after major stress episodes. It helps not to let the situation overwhelm one when one is in the midst of shite; really it does. Like right now, I know that I'll eventually finish my darned ophthalmo report and do the quiz and (hopefully) pass it (hello what DO they expect from a 9day posting??), only I've not started any of it, but I'll simply not sleep for the next 2 nights and tadaah. Friday will come and Friday will go. So it went, O&G. It happened when it happened, situations came and went, and I've lived to tell this tale. I loved it. Really, truly.

Ophthalmology is pretty interesting too. I realize I've made it a point to comment on all my postings thus far, only I really don't have much feelings for or against Ophthalmology (which is indeed a mouthful to pronounce -- OFFthalmology!!!). It's interesting, I wouldn't entirely rule it out in the future, but it doesn't hit me hard in the gut like O&G.

We see lots of school going kids in clinics. Little primary school girls in their uniforms... makes me remember the education system and how we've all survived it. And again, I am awestruck by how I made it through alive. At 22, I just don't have the stamina to climb through all that from the ground Zero. Boggles the mind doesn't it -- climbing to the top Nth percent in primary school, then the top 0.Nth percent in secondary school and having to carry it on and on and on. It's really amazing. I don't know how I did it. Just that I'll never be able to do it again, and am darned glad I won't have to. Poor kids. But they're probably adopting the "I'm not going to (or am not able to) acknowledge that I'm truly in the midst of some deep shit" attitude and that as I've said, truly helps.