WOOHOOO!

I feel like we should all be on roller-coasters right now! Cmon people lets just run away for a while and do some crazy shit that we haven't done before! Like ditching class to write this post is a pretty damn good start. Especially in the approaching gloom of exams and marked attendances... Screw the man! We will not answer to anyone! WE ARE MEDICS! Then the whole Leonidas kick of all our books into a never ending well... yeah right, most of us would just jump after them on instinct. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! haha, medics.

I'm in a spirited mood today. Happy, happy,happy. I know not why this glow is emanating from the depths of my soul, all thy knows is that it exists. That is enough. This post was supposed to be filled with bitchy vile over some ex-friend of mine. I was soooo ready. had pictures and everything. Shit was gonna go down!!! A heavily worded long bitch slap. Right across the mandible. Yep, it was gonna be that hard, it was going to pass through skin and soft tissues.

Before I could post it I had a class first in the ward. Picture this, steam all over, tremors of excitement, (I have always found insane pleasure in fights, especially when I know I've been wronged), bracing yourself for the two hours before you could do your dirty deed in the net! Yeah the whole wide world would see this ssh. Never mind it being the most immature ish I would have done plus I would have soiled this blog, and that would have been irreversible.

Back to the ward. Scene: Room two of the ward round. Bed three. The usual, a registrar discharging to the consultant and all of us listening like flies on the wall. To be seen and not heard. Next thing we hear, " Is this patient all right?" next thing, pupils moving to the back of the socket. Then the furore of nurses and registrars trying to do resuscitation. Word from the wise; don't go all Grey's Anatomy or E.R in your head. There's not all that hullabaloo. Soon, time of death... Shock numero uno. It doesn't end there, this patient looked well just a few minutes ago, hell we were all worried about her neighbour instead! The next minute, she was gone. GONE!! To make matters worse, the same space had had another patient there who had died just a few minutes before the round started. a few minutes. I had seen her two days ago and she'd been in good condition. I had even come to hear what the doctors would say so that I could know exactly how to go about talking to her.

Life is precious. It hit me. It really hit me. I wake up, eat, go to school, talk to my friends, have insane conversations in my head, travel on a rollercoaster of emotions, read,clerk patients, stare at cute 5th years... all fucking day and it never hits me just to tell God thank you. The fact that I'm alive tells you that He hasn't caught feelings yet. We even doubt him some times, saying its fate and all, when its Him. Most people believe doctors are cynical but its a luxury we can't afford, because we stare God in the face daily. we see miracles every day, we bargain with God, we curse him sometimes, we give thanks, we ignore him but we know who runs the shots here. Everyday I get up, that's enough. I woke up and I could do all the things I consider normal with no issue whatsoever. I don't cough, no dyspnoea, no neurological deficits, no murmurs, no loss of sanity, and I'm alive. I'm alive and healthy.  That shit right there be cray. I deleted that post like that (imagine finger snap)
 She isn't worth it. Let's not waste any more of these God given moments. Life is such a fucking amazing gift. Live it. Don't waste time doing stuff you don't want to do or doesn't make you happy.