What Traffic?

I thought it was only me complaining about how bad the traffic was this morning. It turned out that the whole of KL did the same. It had been raining since 3 am and some pa of KL were flooded. The flood also affected some of the main roads, causing bad congestion.

I was tired last night, and went to bed rather early - earlier than I planned as United would be kicking off at 11. By 10, I could hardly keep my eyes opened. I gave up soon after and woke up around 5 in the morning. and it was raining heavily then. As KL tended to jam up in the rain, I left early. I got into the car at around 6.45, and got stuck as soon as I entered DUKE. I finally reached the hospital at around 7.45. Imagine if I were to set off a bit later .....

Even Puan Anita was late getting the boys to school in the rain. Luckily, the rain stopped by 10, and as I was enjoying my early lunch today in Bangsar, it was already nice and sunny. And it stayed sunny until the afternoon.

I finished the clinic and ward round early and set off home before 5, and I was too tired to attend the talk in town.

Me Monday Morning

It had been a hectic weekend, and after sorting out the patients this morning, I had a few hours on my own, interrupted by flurry of phone calls of course.

The apartment needed cleaning as well. And so does the groceries needed topping up. So, morning coffee at Chawan, followed by a trip to the supermarket. My recipe for a nice Monday morning.

Clinic to follow suit later in the afternoon, and if I can muster the energy, there would be a dinner talk going on at Hilton. Very likely I'd give that a miss. Let's see how the afternoon pans out.

Maybe Not This Year

So, it seems like the ribbon on the Premier League trophy this year would be blue in colour. And to be honest, they probably just about deserved it. United was hardly vintage this year, and the loss may actually gorse us to do something to galvanise the squad. We really could do with a fresh set of players, some established World class players rather than those with potential. At times, we lacked the cutting age to be the real Champion.

So, City beat the Toon by a couple of goals. In the next half an hour, United would kick off against Swansea at Old Trafford. Should we win, the Championship would go onto the final day. We then would be hoping that Mark Hughes would do us a favour by making City drop points. But we still have to win the final game of the season ourselves though.

Tandoori and Satay

Just finished the evening rounds, and as United would be playing tonight, I would have to order some Tandoori and satay. Ordered. And I had the time to catch one admission in between.

Next would be the drive home, and traffic on Sunday evening can be a bit of a pain, especially after a public holiday.

Got my fingers crossed for the match tonight. We really needed Newcastle to do us a favour. Come on Papiss Cisse!

To A Different Clinic

I finally made it back to the apartment at around 3.30 am after sorting out the admissions. I was more like a zombie when I woke up this morning.

After sorting out the morning rounds, Anita told me that Irfan couldn't sleep properly last night because of his coughing. Time to take him to the Doctors.

Unfortunately, our family Doctor tended to take Sunday off, leaving his surgery manned by a couple of locums. And this afternoon, the clinic was jam-packed.

I have been waiting for close to an hour now. Irfan looked OK, although he was a bit bothered by not having his iPad around with him. But I guessed, everything would be OK when Daddy was around :)