Tuesday, December 13, 2011

of rheumatology & chocolate cake

If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
I could see to write you a letter.
-- amy lowell

stuck with writeup. although in this instance, its a good excuse not to run. i ran during the weekend and was totally zonked out after. bleh can you say unfit. i shall wake up at 6am to run tomorrow!! *promises self*

360/1500 words. i think i shall go into -extreme- detail about the patient's diet, writing it like a paean to singapore hawker food (not coz the guy is a glutton, i highly doubt so, but cos i HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO WRITE)

char kway teow, nasi
lemak, chicken
rice, ban mian,
.......

i really dont like writeups. i like this poem though.

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.

Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.

Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

- robert frost.

wow no idea what it means but it sounds so pretty. what on EARTH does that allude to and how can such visions have pranced into his mind's eye. like "something is there that doesn't love a wall"
"always wrong to the light, so never seeing"
yeah. tell me 'bout it.

the downside to having sent alot of emails reccently about research/ poem submissions/ thingsingeneral is that i keeeeeep checking my email on my phone. im going to get trigger thumb soon.

yesterday was studying rheumatoid arthritis - the full works, with priscilla's internal medicine, davidsons, uptodate, blablabla. i realised there are 100 things i dont know. like FELTY'S DISEASE. so enlightened now. but i was researching highteas at the same time. it was just so highly incongruous. after looking at millions of pictures of cake i felt super jelat, like i had just eaten a boatload of buttercream, flour and strawberries.

and then i felt the need to run. but fam med makes me super sleepy. maybe im paying for my ENERGISER BUNNY MODE for the last dunno how many months.

or maybe i'm just pathologically lazy and will sleep given any opportunity. yeah, that.

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