A month gone! flew by pretty fast..call no. 1, 2, 3, 4, and finally 5! enjoyed my relatively slack life in DIM loads..as usual it was a cruel & abrupt end to a known comfort zone. Just when one becomes comfortable with the people around, the way of life etc its time to move :( will surely miss the familiarity I had developed with the lovely nurses in my ward.
but neurology hasnt been too bad at all..a whole lot of strokes in all permutations possible with everyone having the standard 'goodies' of meds and scans :p and a lot of really cool interesting cases to boot! including rare rare stuff like Moya Moya disease and complex diagnostic cases. some very brainy stuff indeed! only missing is the rapport with the nurses & the familiarity with the ward - which will hopefully be established in the coming week :)
and! leave is coming :D cant wait for my precious 3.5 days! it is so lovely having something like that to look forward to.
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escapades from singapore - an attempt to capture in writing the experiences/emotions/ups & downs and pretty much everything else happening in my rather eventful life as a med student. its going to be tough capturing everything in words, but worth a shot I think!
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ROAD LESS TRAVELED
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
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