pink eye

its another long saturday morning of me sitting in the uncondusive, uncomfortable lecture hall 5 for that infamous good for nothing common programme. i just had my obs night postings until 1am in that freezing cold central delivering suite last night and guess what ?!! i've gotten conjunctivitis from skinny (don't ask me how it got transmitted from leow's eyes to mine... there were no contact between us. i don't favor skinny males. i swear that i had never used my tiny lil fingers to wipe those yellowish discharge in his pink eyes. yueekks!! ) and to make matter worse.........miss snobbish MS had nearly gotten my left eye blind with her endless video presentation. her boring presentation took exactly an hour with >9 videos on endoscopies!!! ok ok.... so what if dr P had once complimented Ms snobbish that she did the most excellent presentation for comm med, simply because she had inserted a video on gene therapy?!!

who doesn't know that endoscopy involves insertion of a flexible scope into the mucoid digestive system for diagnosis and repair of any bleeding spots by clipping / cauterization / banding / injecting a sclerosant ? hey, we were all posted to endoscopic rooms, stood there for 3 miserable hours during surgery postings. it would be nice if she had just shared 2 of those videos. duh..... last week's psy posting on breaking the bad news ended 40 minutes later. all because miss snobbish was showing some videos AGAIN! it was supposed to be a role play and class should end by 3pm. now... my left eye is crying in pain while i blog about miss snobbish. thank god, she's no longer my hostel neighbour. those were the most horrible moments of my life. sob

so, do all the people who has the same name as miss snobbish behaves exactly just like her? there's another sis M that i knew of. she is the most fussy woman that i have ever met! i understand that she has to take care of those pelvis, fake limbs and dummies in the skills lab. those good ones were kept 'neatly' in the cupboard and we, students are supposed to practice our hands- on with the spoilt ones. i still remember that pathetic dummy that we used for endotracheal intubation. Dr V had to do plastic surgery to fix that trachea with a syringe! come on... i don't know how much money that my parents had been incessantly paying the college but we deserve better learning facilities. i was in awe when dr S sarcastically scolded her for providing only one maternal pelvis instead of 2 yesterday. 'those pelvis do not belong to you sis M. open the cupboard now'.

i've decided to stay away from people with that name 'M'. trust me......life will be more beautiful.