Maybe because I’m turning 25 this year, or because i’m now constantly surrounded by pregnant women and babies (I started my obstetrics&gynae rotation)or maybe because some good friends are getting married and they seem so lovely together I now have this feeling of wanting to get married and having babies.
And then he said the most devastating thing, ’ I forgot how it feels like to kiss you. Of course I remember enjoying it, but what it actually feels like.’
My heart became heavy.
He then said, ’ We’re just gonna have to change that.’
I was all smiles again. Fingers crossed that I can get a holiday soon!
After 2 weeks straight of working 18 hours per day, I’m finally “off tag” and no longer need to shadow any doctors! YAAAYYY!
However, the thought of being on call alone, taking care of 3 wards and the responsibilities that come with it is extremely daunting. One of my patients passed away on my 5th day of work (not my fault.) but there was a whole team of specialists and MOs there coincidentally to supervise as I resuscitated. If I’m alone with the nurses at night, I call the shots before the big guns arrive…
And here is what I’ve learnt from the past 5 months;
Family does not necessarily mean blood relations.
Blood relations do not necessarily mean family.
Painfully true and obvious as it may be, it’s a contrast to what I’ve been raised to believe, that nothing is more important than family.
→ 20 Sep 13 at 12 am
Upper Yubeng Village, Deqin, Yunnan.
My home for a week, with no street lamps, no phone connection, minimum hot water and lots of donkey and pig poo on the roads (the village is inaccessible by vehicles, ride em’ donkeys if you don’t wanna hike 20km up the mountain) it really was like paradise.
My family for 2 weeks; Miss Linda Lee who acted as my surrogate mum taking care of me while I had food poisoning, nagging at me for my own benefit and other general adult things I lack, translator during communication barriers, confidant during girl talk/hugging sessions and of course, navigator for I have no sense of direction;
Mr. Gregorio Avanzi who acted as my surrogate brother whom would tell me the ways of the world (such as the reasons I should eat proscuitto or have sex, “or better yet, have proscuitto WHILE having sex”, a topic argued upon on many hikes), teacher as he taught me how to roll my first joint (and many more after that) and smoke up, dancing partner on evening dances with old ladies, food/adventure expedition member (We had possibly the best yak momos in the world!) where we’d have crazy intense talks about books, religion or architecture while exploring tibetan temples, finding best spots to watch the sun rise and star gazing.
I could not have asked for better company and better scenery. I am truly blessed.
→ 03 Sep 13 at 8 pm
Tiger Leaping Gorge, Yunnan, China. 4th July 2013.
The 6-7 hour hike ended with a night’s sleep in a small hostel on the mountain side before continuing another 6 hours to the very end the next day. That night we sat on the balcony, drinking, eating and having good conversations with strangers and friends with the beautiful mountains as a backdrop. They passed around spliffs and some of us played drinking games until one by one everyone surrendered to exhaustion and sleep.
Large boulders fell from the mountains onto the low path overnight due to heavy rain and we got word that they closed the park due to danger. My friends started to panic and tried other ways of getting us out of there without having to hike the rest of the trail but to no avail. The path was small and slippery, and it would have been a long tumble down the slopes. Cold and soaked to the bone, we made it out of there in one piece. On the way out of the gorge, there were rocks big enough to take out buses lying by the side of the road (locals have already pushed it out of the way by then) and some parts of the road were smashed to pieces.
That photo of me would have been my last one if the rocks fell on us while we were hiking the trail. No regrets though, I met some of the most interesting people and saw beautiful views through this gorge. I joked with my mum later on that if I had to die, I’d rather go when I’m climbing a mountain or doing something I love. She was not amused. Needless to say, she has trouble with letting me go on another solo backpacking trip.
"“Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb.”
– Greg Child"