Weekend at the Apartment

Was done with the on call yesterday, but even though I had a relatively easy night, I was not able to get much sleep. I was coughing my lungs out all night and my reflux was really playing. No help from the biryani curry I had for dinner, as well as the cold rather than hot drinks I had before heading for bed. Learnt my lesson.

I therefore got up a bit later than usual, but since the drive into work was only 20 minutes, I still got in early enough to finish my rounds before seeing the first patient in the clinic. Rather than heading back to Gombak after work, I headed to Bangsar instead to buy dinner, and then wait at the apartment for Puan Anita and the boys to join me there for the weekend.

The boys were excited of course, now that we managed to decorate their room, complete with their bunk beds. Idlan went for the top of course. The bonus for Irfan was he had a rack of books next to his pillow where he could keep his stuffs. He spent the evening decorating the room his way. He asked us to get him some night lamp, so we might have to do some shopping tomorrow .....

The Swing of Things

Yes, I was more less back to my groove yesterday. Sorted out my rounds and clinics, plus at the end of that, took the boys out for dinner since Idlan just finished his assessment. A bit tiring towards the end of the day, but it was more due to the driving rather than the actual workload.

Woke up this morning a bit later than usual. The whole household did. I decided that I would be better off waiting for the traffic to subside, rather than rush out. Consequently, I have an extra hour at home. I'll be on call today, but at the movement, I do not have that many patients under my care in the ward.

Puan Anita was also packing today as we planned to spend the weekend at the apartment. She would be doing some groceries and cleaning later this morning. I have a clinic, so, I was not able to join her. Hopefully, the call could also be rather light today as I could do with a bit more rest.

The Day Off

The coughing returned with a vengeance late last night. It wasn't helped by the fact that I was watching Downton Abbey until last midnight. In the end, I managed some sleep, but it could've been better.

But I felt much better this morning. The sore throat definitely was gone. Wow! The Zithromax really worked. Although I closed the clinic this morning, I still have a few patients in the ward, as well as a couple of admissions this morning. But I made it clear that I would only be available in the morning. Planning to have the afternoon and evening all by myself. I'll probably be doing some cleaning at my home office, with all the papers strewn everywhere. Or maybe. A few more episodes of Downton Abbey. I had a few more episodes of the second series to go through .....

Admitting Defeat

My cough turned green this morning and the fever returned. Had to get some proper antibiotics, and close the clinic for tomorrow. I waited until after the morning rush was over before setting off for my ward round. And even then, I was coughing away.

Saw our family Doctor, who started me on antibiotics. Returned for the afternoon clinic and sorted out my paper works. Decided just to come in for wars rounds. Clinic ha been cancelled. I wouldn't be driving in early. And would be taking some time off in the afternoon.

So, hopefully this antibiotics would work wonders. I have to bounce back before my on call on Thursday.

It was Citeh's

It was an emotional evening watching how the Premiership unfolded. When Rooney scored the goal, I didn't think of anything much, as I was certain that Citeh would nick win against QPR. This was almost made certain with the stupid sending off of Barton. And then, against the odds, Rangers managed to get themselves ahead. Twice.

There were almost half an hour more to go, and I started thinking the unthinkable. About how lucky we must have been. We here not playing vintage football, and got beaten twice by Citeh, home and away. Enough mention about the loss at Old Trafford the better. We clearly needed strengthening up, and the home draw against Everton in the end proved decisive. On the balance of things, we just did not deserve to lift the title.

Don't get me wrong. I have been a United supporter since 1981, and it had been alone in the first 10 years or so. We played splendid football, but always found ourselves short at the business end of the title race. I remembered when Alex Ferguson almost got a scam if not for an FA Cup win against Nottingham Forest. We won the FA Cup in 1990, before going on to beat Barcelona en route to winning the Cup Winner's Cup a year later. Then, the glory days kicked in in the summer of 1993. And the rest as they say, is history.

We deserve to lose the season. No doubt about it. It would only make us stronger as we continue to build the team. The biggest challenge in any team is to become champion the second time. I think we would be stronger next season. We will invest in the team. And we shall enjoy a glorious summer of football and Olympics ........