Rushing Through

It took me a couple of days, but finally I can say that I've recovered from the weekend on call ordeal. Sorted out the admissions and would be doing some preparations or a teaching session tomorrow for one of the Pharmaceutical company.

Clinic today ran smoothly and I would actually packed up for home rather quick so that I could finish the slides and have some time catching up with the Grammy which I recorded yesterday. Here is rushing everything through .....

Stuck in the Rain

Had been stuck at a Mamak stall across the hospital for the past hour. It had been raining heavily since I got here, and there was no sign of it relenting. To make matter worse, therein meant there would be no Astro. No football. Sigh!

A Slow Day?

A slow day meant waiting for hours at the lounge waiting for patients. And that was exactly what happened today. I had some work to do but the worry was, I would get a call and had to drop what I was doing.

Since admission was rather slow during the day, I was anticipating a busy evening. I decided to have lunch, but there were nothing much there that I really fancied. So what to do? Watching the TV catching up on updates on what happened to Whitney Houston. The news about her death began circulating this morning, and by breakfast, it was already all over CNN and the social media .....

RIP Miss Houston.

The Swings of Things

Back to the office but it had been a quiet day so far. And the big news this morning was obviously the resignation of Fabio Capello, and I spent most of the morning catching up with news and paperwork.

One thing I understand about English football is they have a different mentality. For them, it was all about gut rather than guile. It doesn't matter if you were good or bad at it, as long as you show effort, the English loves it. They love a trier. even if the trier is a loser. That's why sublime players such as Berbatov never caught on with the fan. His gangly style looked as if he wasn't trying.

Unfortunately, even though he had been at his job since 2007, Capello never did learn the English mentality. To his own detriment.

Meanwhile, at home, Anita was busy planning the day for Irfan. We were not planning any parties this time as this year it would be Idlan's turn. He was still buzzing about the Singapore trip anyway.

Productive Monday

Monday. I was expecting really bad traffic, but it turned out to be not too bad. Maybe some of the city dwellers had decided to extend their leaves to Wednesday since it would be Hari Wilayah. I would not be surprised if some would be extending it further to next week as both Monday and Tuesday would again be public holidays.

As for me, I turned up for work extra early and finished my rounds just after 9. Did some paperwork and letters right after. Finally I decided to head home to fire off some lecture notes and had a quick lunch with Puan Anita. We then did some grocery shopping before picking up Irfan from school.

I got home in time to do some reading and preparation for my next set of lectures. Put it this way. It had been a productive morning …..