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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.
Sunday, April 03, 2011

I'm churning out my:
-Journal Synthesis for Psychology
-Reflections/Journals for the past weeks throughout the entire module
-My Relaxation video
I have utterly no mood to do, despite waking up from a 12-hour sleep (the first sleep I had more than 6 hours in a long long time.) No doubt it was kickass, but it also killed my brain. Perhaps posting here a bout my thoughts would make it easier for me.

Clinical posting for medical-surgical starts for two weeks tomorrow, at NUH.
Gosh I enjoyed my previous attachments thoroughly of course, my patients were a huge motivation, and I was lucky to have yenyen with me in the same ward. But now we are thrown into different wards, and I think different shifts too, but no worries I have meihong for all same shifts! And some other classmates, some of whom I really don't mind, but others are really vocal (-.-). Not that I am against them personally or whatever, but you know. Just don't...click.

Anyway. My main worry is that I will not be as competent as the others when it comes to performing a certain task. Everyone says not to compare yourself with others, but it is an inevitable thing to do; there will always be some form of pitching of certain individuals against others. It serves as great motivation, of course; I should probably stop here and instill this as the only result of comparison.

Two weeks of medsurg. I habe no idea what skills to apply. I don't know whether the CI will be nice. I don't know if the company will be good, or if I will make blunders, or if I meet angsty patients.

All is fine, I'll panick again at night. For now, it's back to the damned journals.