A Quieter Kind of Tuesday

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoSleep, proper sleep, arrived like an old friend I'd been rude to the night before and was relieved to see again. After the football gymnastics of rearranging an entire morning around a kick-off, the return to something resembling a normal night felt almost decadent — the sort of rest you don't fully appreciate until the alternative has recently been inflicted on you.

The day started with an unfamiliar sensation: organisation. Things simply slotted into place with none of the usual friction, as though someone upstairs had finally read the memo about efficient scheduling. Clinic, when it opened its doors, turned out to be quiet — properly quiet, the kind that makes you glance at the appointment list twice, half suspecting a printing error. No such error. Just a gentler flow than usual, patients arriving, conversations had, notes written, and none of the customary bottleneck that turns an afternoon into an endurance event.

Quiet clinics have a particular use, which is that they let you leave earlier than planned, and I did exactly that — packing up with the efficiency of someone who'd spotted a genuine window and had no intention of letting it close. The bank was the destination, a place that rewards punctuality with nothing more than the privilege of being seen on time, which is precisely what happened. I arrived when I meant to, queued appropriately, and was dealt with promptly and pleasantly. The letter I'd actually gone in for, however, failed to materialise — some administrative gap between what I needed and what the system had prepared, the sort of small bureaucratic shortfall that isn't anyone's fault in particular but is nonetheless faintly deflating. A wasted trip, mostly, redeemed only by the fact that at least I hadn't been late for it.

The afternoon settled into the unglamorous business of admin — the accumulated paperwork and correspondence that never announces itself as urgent until it's overdue, ticked off steadily rather than heroically. Not a thrilling way to spend a few hours, but there's a certain satisfaction in watching a list get shorter, even when the tasks themselves are entirely forgettable.

By evening, the day had earned its slower gears, and I gave in to them gladly, settling in to catch up with Silo. There's something about that particular brand of slow-burn, claustrophobic storytelling that suits an evening where nothing much else demands your attention — the sort of programme that rewards patience rather than punishing it, unlike most of what passes for television drama these days. An episode became two, as these things do, the underground world on screen a strange contrast to the entirely overground, unremarkable calm of the day I'd just had.

Not every day needs a headline. This one was content to be orderly, mildly bureaucratic, and quietly restful — which, after yesterday's football-fuelled scramble, felt rather like exactly what was ordered.

Good Rest

I didn't catch the second half of the matches last night I was afraid. I was drifting away right after I blogged. Only managed to keep up with the results this morning.

Congrats to Citeh. We would be loaning the trophy across time for the season. Would be claiming it back this time next year. Or maybe a couple of months earlier.

As for the Liverpool supporters. Tough luck. Unfortunately you had the best chance this year. No guarantee that you could reach the same height next season.

Let's see what's my plan for today. First order of business .... breakfast!

I Need Sleep

After the boys hone to sleep, Anita and I had been chatting about plans for the holidays. And now, both of us were still up. And it had just gone past 1 am.

Hopefully with the school holidays, the traffic would be a doddle. I plan to leave home slightly late, looking forward for a nice easy drive. Hopefully there would be no rain.

I had quite a number of patients to see in Subang before leaving for Park City. There would be a number of patients to see in Park City as well, before coming back to Subang for the afternoon clinic.

Looking forward to a busy morning tomorrow. Better catch some sleep.

Nine Hours

I couldn't recall the last time I had a refreshing 9 hour sleep. Maybe on the flight to Amsterdam last week, but that wasn't the same. The sleep last night must be the best that I felt for a long while. Although I still had to answer a couple of calls from hospital, which I hoped I didn't answer rudely.

Anyhow, I woke up to a dull weather this morning, starving and in search of breakfast. Would be heading for a ward round first and would be going to find punch before heading back to Gombak to wait for the Anita's return. Hopefully the weather improves because I fact a bit of a photowalk. Maybe with just the mobile.

Well Rested

I woke up this morning refreshed. I dozed off at 9.30 yesterday evening, feeling tired for some reason. And there next thing I knee, it was 5 I'm the morning. Finally, I got out of bed at 6, unsurprisingly feeling good. It was the first time I had an 8 hours uninterrupted sleep for a while. I had been feeling tired in the last few weeks and personally, I've yet to get proper rest since returning from Atlanta. Even though I had the weekend off last week, I had to do the driving and had been out and about ferrying the boys to the theme park.

I thought that was rest. Obviously I was wrong. So, got to the office very early, sorted out the patients and felt good about it. Better enjoy it while it last though as I would be on call this Saturday ......