Back to the Good Old Crutches

Yes..

my problematic knee has finally decided enough is enough and i am now back to using my good old crutches as it is.

The story starts on how i slipped unglamorously on the wet floor in my kitchen.. and my knee twisted medially causing my ligaments to be stretched. i suppose i have a bit of loose meniscus in my knee too.. that is why i had intense pain and my knee is now currently locked in one position. i can't extend it properly nor can i flex it fully.

So.. off to A&E of our famous Royal Infirmary fo Edinburgh and i was referred to the fracture clinic the next day. there, the orthopaedic doctor told me to come back in 1 week! said that i've gotta wait for the swelling to go down a bit before it can really be assessed.

well, well, well.

irony is... i am doing my locomotor rotation now.. and i go to d fracture clinic twice a week to observe my tutor and his patients. i suppose i took things a tad too far and now i've gone for role play..

the only problem is, i am Not the doctor

My 21st Part Two

After my big birthday dinner in Malaysia,

I returned to Edinburgh.

And had 4 days of celebration.

Well, not quite, but something to that effect..

Thursday night - clubbing til I got drunk

Friday night - out at 3 sisters for drinks again ( 1 bottle of smirnoff ice was all I had - I'm not an alcoholic)

Saturday afternoon - Dim Sum with everyone! Fantastic food...

Sunday night - On my request, I was surprised with a home made chocolate cheesecake!

Yum yum...

Now, with all that empty calories and fatty food, I need to go on a diet.

The Argueably Crappiest Day of My Life

Today is my birthday.

Well, NO. today is NOT the crappiest day of my life. Went for dim sum this morning with my friends and it was really good cos it was free for me. =) I have a friend over from Ireland and have been walking with him around Edinburgh the whole afternoon. Now, I am back in my flat, trying to study for my anatomy spot exam on Monday.

Wait.

yeah.

The crappiest day of my life was..
Yesterday.
29th September 2006

It all started a few weeks ago, when I was forced to go down to London by AMSA. So I booked my flight ticket for this all-important-meeting in London which was due to start at 9 pm on Friday and return on Sunday. I was to leave Edinburgh at 6.05pm, reach London Luton at 7.20 pm or roughly around those timings. Then I had to catch a 1 hour bus to the city centre and tube my way to Marble Arch and find the restaurant the meeting was supposed to be at. Well, technically, I'll reach there by 9 pm should all things go smoothly.

I had lectures from 2-4 pm. Skipped out at 3 pm, got home, and left my flat at 4 pm to catch the bus to the airport. It's 25 mins by bus. 1/2 way on, I looked out of the window and saw a guy holding something red. Hmm... what's that? oh, a passport... HOLY..

Spot on. I forgot my passport. In a flash, I was out of the bus, running down the street looking for a cab. My watch read 4.30 pm. I reached home at 4.45 pm grabbed my passport and hopped up the same cab to the airport. My watch read 5.10 pm when I finally got there. Check in desk closes at 5.25 pm. My taxi trip cost 22 pounds.

Thank God. There was still a short que at my check in desk. I've still got time. Righto. Checked in and I had to be at the departure gate at 5.35 pm. Raced upstairs - and faced another que - the security check point. No que could've been longer. No matter, I've still got 15 mins til 5.35 pm. Fidgeting... fidgeting...

Made it through pretty fast and the tv read that my flight was delayed. To 7 pm.
Right. No probs! I can study.

And right again, I forgot to bring my Anatomy Book. I can borrow one when I get to London I suppose. So I walked around, talked to myself and the flight got delayed again. Great! At this rate, I'm going to reach the restaurant at 11 pm.
What the... this is so pointless. I'll be missing this incredible meeting that my whole trip was focused on. All the telephone conversations about the one-of-a-kind meeting with the whole association, the deep and illuminating conversation we are suppose to have about the conference in HK...
I'll be missing a huge chunk of it. What rubbish. Then why am I going to London for anymore? I've got a exam on Monday. And I forgot to bring my book to study. Should I still go?
It's a 62 pounds ticket.

So I thought and thought. For about 1 hour. I watched the gates being open. I watched the crowd line up to board the plane. I see them boarding...
and I turn and walk out the exit.

Don't talk to me.

This is totally crap. I've spent about 100 pounds on a trip I didn't make