Where should I start? I have been wanting to blog for ages, but because of my silly old HP notebook, I can't. Half of the screen is gone...serious hardware problem. When I say gone, I mean the right half of the screen is black. However, the graphics on the screen are being cramped to the left side of the screen.....so everything is like super tiny (if you get what I mean).
Anyway, this month has been really eventful really. From growing that extra white hair and wrinkle, to becoming a rock chic.....June, has always been my favourite month of all time!
7th June
It was a dark cloudy day to start with, but my friends, my fellow participants and I ran 5k to raise funds for charity. It was the Cancer Research UK Race for Life event. Everyone's spirit was high and thank god it did not pour! Thank you everyone who has sponsored me. I am also proud with myself. hehe. I managed to run 5k without stopping to catch my breath and also, finished it in my own personal best. =) Think my next aim is to run 10k or maybe do the marathon for charity. I will definitely keep training!
13th June
This is when I grew an extra white hair and wrinkle. Yes, I am more than half a century old now....it is not good. Anywho, I actually spent my birthday at a mini gig with a few good friends, followed by pizza, garlic bread and wine. The band who played on that breezy Friday night was called "Orkestra del Sol." They were super fantabulous!! I loved their music. The whole band only consisted of just about 8 people. Each of them played various musical instruments, eg, trumpets, clarinet, double bass, violin, and the accordion. Now, the music had a slight Latin influence...and boy, was I dancing to the groove of the music! Great stuff!! I think you can even google them online if you wanna check them out.
You would imagine that birthdays are celebrated just on that 1 day. However, I was so lucky to have a 3 day birthday celebration! Yea, no kidding. I basically met up with different people for food and I have to admit, it was nice to be pampered by my friends, not to mention, all the lovely pressies I received! =D
15th June
It was Father's Day, and a day where I gained a brand new experience. If you like stand-up comedy, then, The Stand Comedy Club is the place for you!! I decided to watch of the comedy shows held at this club, and I was not disappointed. The show was called "Michael Redmond's Sunday Service." Now, Michael Redmond, is famous actor who starred in the hilarious series "Father Ted." He was one of the priests in the show, hence, the title "Sunday Service." The whole show lasted for about 2 and a half hours. The first few acts were by junior comedians who were not bad actually...then, came the professional ones... They were SO FUNNY that I really felt my facial muscles at the end of the show!
19th June
Screen partially black.
No windows XP loadable for 3 minutes.
I have now certified the death of compaq nx7010 at 8pm on 19th June 2008.
21st June
"Keep on rocking in the free world"
"Shot thru the heart, and you're to blame, you give love a bad name"
"wooahhh, we're halfway there...wooaahhh, livin on a prayer"
Any light bulbs switched on in your mind??
Oh well, these lyrics are taken from Bon Jovi's hit songs. hehe....and yes, I went to his gig at the big football stadium in Glasgow. I was glad that I bought the seating tickets, because it was pissing down quite heavily that day. The gig started off with The Feeling singing away their popular songs for an hour...and then, Bon Jovi, appeared and rocked all night long!! It was superb! He reminded me so much of my younger years...you know, with powerful cheesy love songs like "This romeo is bleeding, you cant see his blood, its nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up. Its been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood. You see I've always been a fighter, but without you, I give up. Now, I cant sing a love song, like the way its meant to be...well I guess I'm not good anymore, but baby its just meeeee...." (oh dear, I can go on and on!)
27th June
Another great night, with the typical Glasgwegian weather (ie, rain). RADIOHEAD ROCKS! yes yes, I was at their open air concert at Glasgow Green ( a big park) on Friday night. The rain was pouring, but it did not hamper any of us fans...we braved the rain, with our hooded waterproof coats, to watch them LIVE in concert. It was worthed it. I have never been to a major rock concert and this is so different from any concerts I have ever been in Malaysia. The stage was so huge, and there were so many food stalls around selling hotdogs, chinese chow mein, nachos and of course, alcohol. Not to mention that I have finally met the TRUE Glaswegian crowd. Some of them threw beer around.
The stage was beautiful. There were about more than 20 tube like things hanging down from the roof of the stage. Throughout the entire gig, colourful lights were shone onto these tubes. It was so beautiful. Radiohead sang quite a few of their hit songs, such as Justp, Fake Plastic Trees, No Surprises, Paranoid Android and a lot of their new songs. Too bad they didn't perform "Creep." Anyway, it was really good and the rain, in fact, made it even more fun!!! haha.
Rite. So that was a little diary of events for the joyous month of June. =) I am happy that I have managed to remember all these events. But my pockets have now started to develop alot of holes, and my purse, is crying because it is not feed with money. And to make matters worse, I have to get a new notebook. I hope to get it soon though, so that I do not have to suffer like this!! I feel so disconnected from the world.... will blog again soon.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
Top Class Duffy
Temporary deafness aside, Duffy's gig at the ABC in Glasgow was top class!
I love her beautiful soulful voice, I love her music.
She sang most of the songs from her first album, "Rockferry," which, of course, included the famous "Mercy" and "Warwick Avenue." It has been a long time since I have attended such events...and it was certainly a great way to end a horrible Monday at work.
I am sure there is more to come from this young artist!
I love her beautiful soulful voice, I love her music.
She sang most of the songs from her first album, "Rockferry," which, of course, included the famous "Mercy" and "Warwick Avenue." It has been a long time since I have attended such events...and it was certainly a great way to end a horrible Monday at work.
I am sure there is more to come from this young artist!
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Laptop on Sick Leave
My laptop has been officially sick. I can't load my internet browser, can't log onto my MSN or Yahoo messenger, and I can't even load my anti-virus software!
It is not a big deal, but I am just worried that I would lose my digital photos. These photos remind me of where I have travelled so far...I really cannot afford to lose any of them. Fortunately, I can still open my picture folder.
Unfortunately, as I tried to save them by burning these pictures into a CD, my CD burner application would not open for me!!! argghh... so I am at a dead end. I need to reformat my laptop, but I do not want to lose all these important valuable memories.... I have thought of transfering my pictures to my friend's external hard disk...but I was worried that I might transfer infection to his hard disk.
As a result, I have decided to buy a portable hard disk....I just bought a Western Digital portable hard disk from Amazon...it was the cheapest and best deal I could get. 250GB for 60 pounds... pretty reasonable I guess. Within 4-6 working days, I would receive this item.... and hopefully, after some "intravenous antibiotic," ie, formatting, my laptop would heal. Wish me luck.
I really hate it when I have to deal with all these techno stuff myself!!!
It is not a big deal, but I am just worried that I would lose my digital photos. These photos remind me of where I have travelled so far...I really cannot afford to lose any of them. Fortunately, I can still open my picture folder.
Unfortunately, as I tried to save them by burning these pictures into a CD, my CD burner application would not open for me!!! argghh... so I am at a dead end. I need to reformat my laptop, but I do not want to lose all these important valuable memories.... I have thought of transfering my pictures to my friend's external hard disk...but I was worried that I might transfer infection to his hard disk.
As a result, I have decided to buy a portable hard disk....I just bought a Western Digital portable hard disk from Amazon...it was the cheapest and best deal I could get. 250GB for 60 pounds... pretty reasonable I guess. Within 4-6 working days, I would receive this item.... and hopefully, after some "intravenous antibiotic," ie, formatting, my laptop would heal. Wish me luck.
I really hate it when I have to deal with all these techno stuff myself!!!
Monday, May 26, 2008
No More Hatred
The last time I played a full classical song on my piano was more than 10 years ago.
I never really touched the piano again since then. I seriously hated playing the piano. I hate practising the scales, the exam pieces, the aural tests and of course, the theory part as well. I was adamant that no matter what happens to my grade 8 examination, I would not touch the piano ever again, because I was really sick of it.
However, during my trip to Isle of Skye, one of the B & B s that we stayed in had a piano. The owner told us that we could play it if we wanted to. Somehow, regardless of what I had told myself previously, I sat down in front of the piano, looked at the music notes in front of me.... the music score was written by Beethoven, in fact, it was his famous Sonata. I started to play....although I struggled to play the notes spontaneously, I really enjoyed the sound of the piano!
Then, I started to play "Fur Elise." I recalled playing this song during one of my piano concerts... I tried to play a few songs from my memory, but nah, I failed. However, the bottomline is, I miss playing the piano. I really do. We stayed at that B&B for 2 nights...and every day, I would play a few songs from the book..and felt fantastic after that.
hehe...its amazing. So now, I take back whatever hatred I had previously. In fact, I am aiming to buy a baby grand in the future and place it right in the middle of my living room. =)
I never really touched the piano again since then. I seriously hated playing the piano. I hate practising the scales, the exam pieces, the aural tests and of course, the theory part as well. I was adamant that no matter what happens to my grade 8 examination, I would not touch the piano ever again, because I was really sick of it.
However, during my trip to Isle of Skye, one of the B & B s that we stayed in had a piano. The owner told us that we could play it if we wanted to. Somehow, regardless of what I had told myself previously, I sat down in front of the piano, looked at the music notes in front of me.... the music score was written by Beethoven, in fact, it was his famous Sonata. I started to play....although I struggled to play the notes spontaneously, I really enjoyed the sound of the piano!
Then, I started to play "Fur Elise." I recalled playing this song during one of my piano concerts... I tried to play a few songs from my memory, but nah, I failed. However, the bottomline is, I miss playing the piano. I really do. We stayed at that B&B for 2 nights...and every day, I would play a few songs from the book..and felt fantastic after that.
hehe...its amazing. So now, I take back whatever hatred I had previously. In fact, I am aiming to buy a baby grand in the future and place it right in the middle of my living room. =)
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tiring, but Well Worth It!
I haven't been blogging!
Honestly, there wasn't much to blog about. I could go on and on about my work life...but I decided that moaning would not really change anything. I just have to suck it up and shut up. Apart from work, I have been travelling! My friends and I visited the Isle of Skye, one of the famous island in Scotland. I volunteered to drive, as I do not see a point in renting a car, when I already have one. The drive was tiring, but extremely challenging. Imagine driving on a single track road, with a huge truck trying to drive pass you on the opposite direction....scary. But I survived, so did my car. =) I am proud of her (my peugeot).
The drive took nearly 6 hours....and I drove through country roads most of the time. If I have not mistaken, the whole journey, from my house to Isle of Skye, around the island, and back to my house, was approximately 800 to 900 miles. Anyway, the scenery was amazing. It was certainly a relaxing holiday. Check out the pics.
On The way to Isle of Skye.
Eileen Donan Castle
Plockton, a lovely village.
The Highland Coo (a hairy cattle)
That's me!
Portree Harbour
The Black Cuillin Hills. (black coz the surface looks black).
Dunvegan Castle
Coral Beach, Moonen Bay
Coral Beach, Moonen Bay
Sunset @ Waternish
Neist Point
The lighthouse at Neist Point.
Honestly, there wasn't much to blog about. I could go on and on about my work life...but I decided that moaning would not really change anything. I just have to suck it up and shut up. Apart from work, I have been travelling! My friends and I visited the Isle of Skye, one of the famous island in Scotland. I volunteered to drive, as I do not see a point in renting a car, when I already have one. The drive was tiring, but extremely challenging. Imagine driving on a single track road, with a huge truck trying to drive pass you on the opposite direction....scary. But I survived, so did my car. =) I am proud of her (my peugeot).
The drive took nearly 6 hours....and I drove through country roads most of the time. If I have not mistaken, the whole journey, from my house to Isle of Skye, around the island, and back to my house, was approximately 800 to 900 miles. Anyway, the scenery was amazing. It was certainly a relaxing holiday. Check out the pics.
On The way to Isle of Skye.
Eileen Donan Castle
Plockton, a lovely village.
The Highland Coo (a hairy cattle)
That's me!
Portree Harbour
The Black Cuillin Hills. (black coz the surface looks black).
Dunvegan Castle
Coral Beach, Moonen Bay
Coral Beach, Moonen Bay
Sunset @ Waternish
Neist Point
The lighthouse at Neist Point.
Monday, May 12, 2008
In One Ear, Out The Other
I am sure all of us have been in this situation before.
We get scolded by out teacher or parents, when we do not think we did anything wrong... so the words enter the right ear, and the same words leave the left ear almost immediately.
On Sunday morning, I went to work as usual. To be honest, I felt that the day would be ok... because I had a positive attitude when I woke up that morning.
However, things changed when I stepped into the hospital. The consultant whom I was working over the weekend with was in a grumpy mood....(well, apparently, he is ALWAYS in a bad mood). I have never really worked with him before.
Anyway, I was told off in front of everyone that I was trying to be clever. It was all about an elderly lady with diabetes, who was admitted the day before because of confusion. She is just slightly more confused than normal. She did not have a fever, her heart rate was normal, her breathing rate was normal, her oxygen levels were normal. The consultant thought that she probably has a chest infection or a urinary tract infection. He just said that this patient should be on an antibiotic. So I prescribed an oral antibiotic.
The next day, when he went back to review the patient, he went bonkers. He shouted, "I wanted this patient on IV antibiotic, and you prescribed her with an oral one?" I explained to him that I did not think the patient met the criteria for an IV antibiotic and she was otherwise clinically well. Her WCC was only slightly raised and her CRP was only 74. I thought to myself, you did not even write in the notes that you specifically wanted IV antibiotic...and now you are complaining that I did not follow your instructions?! wtf!
Today, I was informed by a fellow colleague that he was complaining about me to other consultants that he works with. "That Dr. Toh, whom I was on-call with over the weekend, really needs to know who is the boss. I told her to prescribe IV, she went on to prescribe oral!"
Great! What a way to begin the week eh?
in one ear.....out the other.... and smile! (that's what I told myself).
We get scolded by out teacher or parents, when we do not think we did anything wrong... so the words enter the right ear, and the same words leave the left ear almost immediately.
On Sunday morning, I went to work as usual. To be honest, I felt that the day would be ok... because I had a positive attitude when I woke up that morning.
However, things changed when I stepped into the hospital. The consultant whom I was working over the weekend with was in a grumpy mood....(well, apparently, he is ALWAYS in a bad mood). I have never really worked with him before.
Anyway, I was told off in front of everyone that I was trying to be clever. It was all about an elderly lady with diabetes, who was admitted the day before because of confusion. She is just slightly more confused than normal. She did not have a fever, her heart rate was normal, her breathing rate was normal, her oxygen levels were normal. The consultant thought that she probably has a chest infection or a urinary tract infection. He just said that this patient should be on an antibiotic. So I prescribed an oral antibiotic.
The next day, when he went back to review the patient, he went bonkers. He shouted, "I wanted this patient on IV antibiotic, and you prescribed her with an oral one?" I explained to him that I did not think the patient met the criteria for an IV antibiotic and she was otherwise clinically well. Her WCC was only slightly raised and her CRP was only 74. I thought to myself, you did not even write in the notes that you specifically wanted IV antibiotic...and now you are complaining that I did not follow your instructions?! wtf!
Today, I was informed by a fellow colleague that he was complaining about me to other consultants that he works with. "That Dr. Toh, whom I was on-call with over the weekend, really needs to know who is the boss. I told her to prescribe IV, she went on to prescribe oral!"
Great! What a way to begin the week eh?
in one ear.....out the other.... and smile! (that's what I told myself).
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Absolutely Speechless!
I came back from a long day at work, feeling rather grumpy and tired. But I was immediately woken up by this TV programme on E4 tonight.
It was a performance by Derren Brown, a famous magician, psychological trickster, mentalist etc.. Oh my, oh my, I was left totally speechless after watching him.
He could read people's mind....he can really predict the future, he can make accurate calculations. I personally think he is more interesting than David Blaine. You have to watch it if you can...or even, try to You Tube him. You would be amazed at his tricks!
You could tell that he is so passionate about his work of art. He gets so excited when he explained the theory behind his tricks. He's just simply amazing!
It was a performance by Derren Brown, a famous magician, psychological trickster, mentalist etc.. Oh my, oh my, I was left totally speechless after watching him.
He could read people's mind....he can really predict the future, he can make accurate calculations. I personally think he is more interesting than David Blaine. You have to watch it if you can...or even, try to You Tube him. You would be amazed at his tricks!
You could tell that he is so passionate about his work of art. He gets so excited when he explained the theory behind his tricks. He's just simply amazing!
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Race For Life
I'm joining the 5K race for life. It is a charity run for Cancer Research UK, and I am looking for people to sponsor me.
So if anyone of you are feeling generous, please do not hesitate to visit the link below!
Thank you for your support! It is very much appreciated.
http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/sawlingtoh
So if anyone of you are feeling generous, please do not hesitate to visit the link below!
Thank you for your support! It is very much appreciated.
http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/sawlingtoh
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
This is Wrong!
I can't stand this anymore!
I have been asked to work with one of the consultants in my ward...and oh my, it is not going very well, I have to say. First of all, being the junior member of staff, I really have no right to choose which consultant I would like to work with. So I was pushed to work with this particular consultant because none of my senior colleagues want to work with him.
Why?
It is pretty obvious, isnt? Because he is absolutely SHITE! Let me tell you what these shitty things were:
1. A patient with newly diagnosed osteoporosis, was treated with subcutaneous injection of calcitonin for 2 weeks, and then, only start the patient on a calcium and vit D supplement.
When I asked him about his management, he replied, "Calcitonin works best for osteoporosis."
Yea, right...where is the evidence? He didn't even want to consider bisphosphonates.
2. A patient with severe sepsis and vomiting was changed from IV antibiotics to oral ones. Now, does the patient even satisfy the criteria for switching? No. But he wanted it changed anyway.
3. A patient who has been in the hospital for a chest infection, began to develop dysuria. He was otherwise, systemically well. He asked me to start this patient on IV vancomycin for his hospital acquired urinary tract infection. I was like, WHAT?! How about simple ciprofloxacin or even trimethoprim??
4. A patient was in atrial flutter at a rate of 150 beats per min. He wanted the patient to have only 250 micrograms of digoxin on that day, and daily after that. But hello, you would need to load that patient up first leh! The next day, patient was still in fast AF.
5. A male patient who developed urinary retention due to an enlarged prostate gland. I asked if it would be alright to start him on an alpha blocker, like tamsulosin. He replied, "There's no need to do that. His prostate gland is already big....what use would it be to start him on this medication." I was mortified.
I could go on and on about all his shitty plans....Now you would understand why my senior colleagues do not want to work with him. Because when they question his management plans, they will end up arguing. I, on the other hand, would be told that I have not much experience in my job.
I am tired. I am sick and tired of doing ward rounds with him...To make matters worse, he is always on-call. So I have loads of patient every week....and not to mention, the number of dictations I have to do for his hospital discharges!! URGGHH!!!
I have been asked to work with one of the consultants in my ward...and oh my, it is not going very well, I have to say. First of all, being the junior member of staff, I really have no right to choose which consultant I would like to work with. So I was pushed to work with this particular consultant because none of my senior colleagues want to work with him.
Why?
It is pretty obvious, isnt? Because he is absolutely SHITE! Let me tell you what these shitty things were:
1. A patient with newly diagnosed osteoporosis, was treated with subcutaneous injection of calcitonin for 2 weeks, and then, only start the patient on a calcium and vit D supplement.
When I asked him about his management, he replied, "Calcitonin works best for osteoporosis."
Yea, right...where is the evidence? He didn't even want to consider bisphosphonates.
2. A patient with severe sepsis and vomiting was changed from IV antibiotics to oral ones. Now, does the patient even satisfy the criteria for switching? No. But he wanted it changed anyway.
3. A patient who has been in the hospital for a chest infection, began to develop dysuria. He was otherwise, systemically well. He asked me to start this patient on IV vancomycin for his hospital acquired urinary tract infection. I was like, WHAT?! How about simple ciprofloxacin or even trimethoprim??
4. A patient was in atrial flutter at a rate of 150 beats per min. He wanted the patient to have only 250 micrograms of digoxin on that day, and daily after that. But hello, you would need to load that patient up first leh! The next day, patient was still in fast AF.
5. A male patient who developed urinary retention due to an enlarged prostate gland. I asked if it would be alright to start him on an alpha blocker, like tamsulosin. He replied, "There's no need to do that. His prostate gland is already big....what use would it be to start him on this medication." I was mortified.
I could go on and on about all his shitty plans....Now you would understand why my senior colleagues do not want to work with him. Because when they question his management plans, they will end up arguing. I, on the other hand, would be told that I have not much experience in my job.
I am tired. I am sick and tired of doing ward rounds with him...To make matters worse, he is always on-call. So I have loads of patient every week....and not to mention, the number of dictations I have to do for his hospital discharges!! URGGHH!!!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tulips Like I Have Never Seen Before
I was really surprised with myself when I told my good old friend that I would meet her in Amsterdam over last weekend. I was kind of worried that my viral illness would spoil the trip...but my tummy was fine. No further diarrhoea, no further vomiting. The only problem was nausea... but that also settled when I arrived at Amsterdam. :)
Tulips were the main attraction in Amsterdam that I really wanted to see. And I was not disappointed. The Keukenhof Garden is certainly a MUST when you are in Amsterdam. Unfortunately, the flowers only bloom during spring time...so I guess, it is best to visit the garden just about now.
The tulips were extremely beautiful, colourful and smelt really really nice. The tulips were fat and sturdy. They stood tall amongst all the other flowers displayed at the Keukenhof Garden. The blue muscari flowers, or also known as the grape hyacinths, had a really strong sweet scent. Somehow, even though my friend and I spent 6 hours walking around the garden, I did not feel tired....In fact, I felt relaxed and satisfied.
Spectacular!
The colours were so vibrant.
The carpet of tulips...
A flower mosaic resembling the dragon. It consisted of over one thousand flower buds, and was created to celebrate the Beijing Olympics.
Colourful...
The Sunset Orange Tulip, was measuring nearly 15 cm in diameter!!!
Arent they gorgeous?
A nice little pond in the garden.
Ballerina Tulips.
More tulips.
Tulips were the main attraction in Amsterdam that I really wanted to see. And I was not disappointed. The Keukenhof Garden is certainly a MUST when you are in Amsterdam. Unfortunately, the flowers only bloom during spring time...so I guess, it is best to visit the garden just about now.
The tulips were extremely beautiful, colourful and smelt really really nice. The tulips were fat and sturdy. They stood tall amongst all the other flowers displayed at the Keukenhof Garden. The blue muscari flowers, or also known as the grape hyacinths, had a really strong sweet scent. Somehow, even though my friend and I spent 6 hours walking around the garden, I did not feel tired....In fact, I felt relaxed and satisfied.
Spectacular!
The colours were so vibrant.
The carpet of tulips...
A flower mosaic resembling the dragon. It consisted of over one thousand flower buds, and was created to celebrate the Beijing Olympics.
Colourful...
The Sunset Orange Tulip, was measuring nearly 15 cm in diameter!!!
Arent they gorgeous?
A nice little pond in the garden.
Ballerina Tulips.
More tulips.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Viral Bug Had Hit Me
It has been more than 10 years since I last vomited.
It was really strange vomiting yesterday. The day started off really nicely. I woke up from bed feeling absolutely normal and hungry, as usual. I went on to have my usual cereal breakfast and drove to work. Halfway through my journey, my stomach didnt really feel right. But I thought maybe it was wind.
Anyway, I proceeded to do my daily ward rounds....and about an hour and a half later, I just felt queasy. I could feel a lump building up in my throat. I am sure you know the feeling just before vomiting...you get that sour taste at the back of the throat...that was how I felt yesterday. At that time, I managed to stop myself from vomiting....unfortunately, 15 minutes later, the same sour taste started again....(mind you, about 30 minutes before this, I was reviewing a patient's chronic leg ulcers, and I could bear the minging smell of the ulcers. However, I think because I was not feeling 100%, it kind of exacerbated my nausea).
Quickly, I headed to the toilet...and almost immediately, I vomited quite a huge amount of liquid and my breakfast! yuck! It was not a pleasant feeling. My throat felt sore after all the retching.
I felt so relieved after vomiting, although the nausea and abdominal discomfort persisted. I proceeded to join the ward round after that... I did not want to make a huge fuss about it. Moreover, the hospital was short of staff, and I am not too sick to take leave.
I was not too bad all day. During my journey back from work, I started to feel really nauseated again. I was like *Oh Shite! I was in the middle of a busy motorway...I could not find a place to stop my car properly, and I was going to vomit any minute. It was awful! I did not want to vomit all over my clothes or in my car....so I decided to empty my tissue box and use it to contain my vomit. Fast thinking, eh? :P
Anyway, I managed to park along the hard shoulder on the highway. I opened my car door...and started to retch. But nothing came out. About 5 minutes of rest and with the help of some fresh air, I felt better and continued my journey home.
I slept early and woke up intermittently overnight. I felt slightly better this morning, but had body ache all over. I did not vomit today...but I still do not feel back to my normal self. I looked pale and drained....silly viral bug! I had some dinner...but felt sick after it. Oh well, I just hope that I'll be fine by this weekend! :)
It was really strange vomiting yesterday. The day started off really nicely. I woke up from bed feeling absolutely normal and hungry, as usual. I went on to have my usual cereal breakfast and drove to work. Halfway through my journey, my stomach didnt really feel right. But I thought maybe it was wind.
Anyway, I proceeded to do my daily ward rounds....and about an hour and a half later, I just felt queasy. I could feel a lump building up in my throat. I am sure you know the feeling just before vomiting...you get that sour taste at the back of the throat...that was how I felt yesterday. At that time, I managed to stop myself from vomiting....unfortunately, 15 minutes later, the same sour taste started again....(mind you, about 30 minutes before this, I was reviewing a patient's chronic leg ulcers, and I could bear the minging smell of the ulcers. However, I think because I was not feeling 100%, it kind of exacerbated my nausea).
Quickly, I headed to the toilet...and almost immediately, I vomited quite a huge amount of liquid and my breakfast! yuck! It was not a pleasant feeling. My throat felt sore after all the retching.
I felt so relieved after vomiting, although the nausea and abdominal discomfort persisted. I proceeded to join the ward round after that... I did not want to make a huge fuss about it. Moreover, the hospital was short of staff, and I am not too sick to take leave.
I was not too bad all day. During my journey back from work, I started to feel really nauseated again. I was like *Oh Shite! I was in the middle of a busy motorway...I could not find a place to stop my car properly, and I was going to vomit any minute. It was awful! I did not want to vomit all over my clothes or in my car....so I decided to empty my tissue box and use it to contain my vomit. Fast thinking, eh? :P
Anyway, I managed to park along the hard shoulder on the highway. I opened my car door...and started to retch. But nothing came out. About 5 minutes of rest and with the help of some fresh air, I felt better and continued my journey home.
I slept early and woke up intermittently overnight. I felt slightly better this morning, but had body ache all over. I did not vomit today...but I still do not feel back to my normal self. I looked pale and drained....silly viral bug! I had some dinner...but felt sick after it. Oh well, I just hope that I'll be fine by this weekend! :)
Friday, April 18, 2008
Takut lah...
With reference to my previous entry, I had to face my fear yesterday.
A patient died peacefully in one of the wards. It was 10 pm at night, and I was asked to certify her death.
At first, I didn't think much about it......until, I stepped into the room. There I saw a pale, white female patient, lying on the bed, with her eyes closed and her mouth gaped open. As I approached her body, the scene from The Orphanage suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.
Honestly, I kind of felt scared. As silly as it may sound, I was actually SERIOUSLY worried that she would grab my hand when I auscultate her chest to listen for any heart or breath sounds. Takutlah....
So I hesitated for awhile. I was rather tempted to ask if the nurse would accompany me in the room. However, I reassured myself that she is definately dead, and stop acting like a small kid. Before touching her body, I introduced myself to the dead body and explained what I was going to do. The 3 minutes that I took to certify her death, felt forever!!
*phew I left the room hurriedly and was really glad that the body did not wake up from the dead!
A patient died peacefully in one of the wards. It was 10 pm at night, and I was asked to certify her death.
At first, I didn't think much about it......until, I stepped into the room. There I saw a pale, white female patient, lying on the bed, with her eyes closed and her mouth gaped open. As I approached her body, the scene from The Orphanage suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.
Honestly, I kind of felt scared. As silly as it may sound, I was actually SERIOUSLY worried that she would grab my hand when I auscultate her chest to listen for any heart or breath sounds. Takutlah....
So I hesitated for awhile. I was rather tempted to ask if the nurse would accompany me in the room. However, I reassured myself that she is definately dead, and stop acting like a small kid. Before touching her body, I introduced myself to the dead body and explained what I was going to do. The 3 minutes that I took to certify her death, felt forever!!
*phew I left the room hurriedly and was really glad that the body did not wake up from the dead!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Traumatised by The Orphanage
The Orphanage is a Spainish film about a grown-up orphan who purchased her beloved childhood orphanage with dreams of restoring the long abandoned facility as a place for disabled children.
My friends told me that it is a horror film....and I don't fancy watching films in this category. I was reluctant to watch it initially, but got dragged along by my friends.
The show was actually quite good... The story unfolded very nicely, but it was SCARY!! The scariest scene was where a bus knocked an old lady. A man performed CPR, but she did not survive. Her face was covered with a white cloth. The lead female characterer (lets call her X) approached the dead body and wanted to take a whistle which was hanging by the body's neck. As X's hand inched closer to the whistle, all of a sudden, the hand of the dead the body grabbed on her wrist. *yikes! I jumped!! It was creepy...
This scene has changed my life.... I don't think I can face a dead body ever again by myself. In my medical profession, I have to certify dead bodies. It is not an intimidating procedure (except for the first time performing it). However, after watching this scene, I am really scared... I would now worry that the dead body would suddenly spring into life and open his/her eyes, or even grab my hand!!
I know it sounds silly...but heck... I am traumatised...at least for the next few months! haha.
My friends told me that it is a horror film....and I don't fancy watching films in this category. I was reluctant to watch it initially, but got dragged along by my friends.
The show was actually quite good... The story unfolded very nicely, but it was SCARY!! The scariest scene was where a bus knocked an old lady. A man performed CPR, but she did not survive. Her face was covered with a white cloth. The lead female characterer (lets call her X) approached the dead body and wanted to take a whistle which was hanging by the body's neck. As X's hand inched closer to the whistle, all of a sudden, the hand of the dead the body grabbed on her wrist. *yikes! I jumped!! It was creepy...
This scene has changed my life.... I don't think I can face a dead body ever again by myself. In my medical profession, I have to certify dead bodies. It is not an intimidating procedure (except for the first time performing it). However, after watching this scene, I am really scared... I would now worry that the dead body would suddenly spring into life and open his/her eyes, or even grab my hand!!
I know it sounds silly...but heck... I am traumatised...at least for the next few months! haha.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Dear Oh Dear...
Do not be surprised to see my car's picture or my name in the newpapers tomorrow morning.
I do not sleep well post night on-call. The most I get is 3 to 4 hours. On-calls are on-calls, busy busy bee. So I do not get a chance to catch a short nap. Moreoever, there is no on-call room for medicine....ie, no place to rest anyway. Therefore, driving home from work is extremely dangerous.
Yesterday, while driving home, I started to doze off about 15 minutes into my journey. Lucky me, traffic was very slow...and I was not driving fast. Otherwise, I really do not know what would happen to me. Thank god for keeping me alive till this second.
In the end, I made an exit from the motorway and parked at one of those shopping malls along the road. Almost immediately, I fell asleep.......zzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzz..... the next time I opened my eyes, it was 12 pm! I slept nearly an hour and a half!! gosh.
Passer-bys must have thought I was mad. But I am glad that I managed to nap awhile before continuing the journey. Today, I was not too bad...managed to pry my eyes open throughout the entire journey home. So if you see my name in the papers tomorrow morning, you would be able to predict what happened.
I do not sleep well post night on-call. The most I get is 3 to 4 hours. On-calls are on-calls, busy busy bee. So I do not get a chance to catch a short nap. Moreoever, there is no on-call room for medicine....ie, no place to rest anyway. Therefore, driving home from work is extremely dangerous.
Yesterday, while driving home, I started to doze off about 15 minutes into my journey. Lucky me, traffic was very slow...and I was not driving fast. Otherwise, I really do not know what would happen to me. Thank god for keeping me alive till this second.
In the end, I made an exit from the motorway and parked at one of those shopping malls along the road. Almost immediately, I fell asleep.......zzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzz..... the next time I opened my eyes, it was 12 pm! I slept nearly an hour and a half!! gosh.
Passer-bys must have thought I was mad. But I am glad that I managed to nap awhile before continuing the journey. Today, I was not too bad...managed to pry my eyes open throughout the entire journey home. So if you see my name in the papers tomorrow morning, you would be able to predict what happened.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Funny Night
It was a busy night on call. This hospital that I am currently working in was the first hospital in Scotland which adopted the "Hospital Emergency Care Team" at night. The team includes 2 nurses, 2 medical doctors, and 2 surgical doctors, who were responsible for any emergencies or problems that occur either in the wards or the receiving units.
It is scary, trust me. It was only my 1st week in general medicine, and I am apparently, "the second most senior medical doctor on call?!" Yikes!
Anyway, the night started off pretty busy. There were a number of patients who were unwell, you know, the usual chest pain, shortness of breath, abdominal pain, malaena and haematemesis. One of the patients in particular was really funny, but annoying.
He was in his late 30s, with alcoholic liver disease. I was called urgently to see him, as he started to scream in pain suddenly. I rushed off to see him after reviewing a patient with saturations of 88% on 3 L of oxygen. Just as I pushed open the double doors, I could hear him screaming in pain. The nurses looking after him looked pretty stressed.
I went to his bed....and there was jaundiced man clutching his tummy and moaning in pain. I asked him what was wrong...and he didn't answer. I asked him where exactly is his pain...again, no answer. Instead, he took my hands and rubbed them on his tummy. He has a distended abdomen, which apparently just developed over the past 2 days, according to the nurses. I continued to fire him a few questions, but I never got an answer from him. All he did was scream in pain.
During this entire conversation, I heard a voice of another man in the background. This man was saying, "It is all in his head, he does not have any abdominal pain, he needs a psychiatry assessment." I looked at the nurse who was assisting me with this patient. She smiled and whispered, "Don't worry...it is the patient next to him. He is a retired GP, who is likely to be suffering from Korsakoffs."
Right.
The voice continued, "Tell him to shut up and he will be fine." "He does not need anything for the pain. He is disturbing everyone...and now I can't go to bed."
A few minutes later, he suddenly appeared behind the curtains and said, "I can help. Is that the doctor (while looking at me)? Tell her if she needs advice, I would happy to give some." He had messy hair and was walking around the ward with sunglasses. It is amazing how he could find his way around the room, as none of the lights were switched on, apart from the bedlight beside the man in pain.
I could not help smiling, and it was difficult to stop myself from giggling. The man in pain continued to moan despite morphine. What I found funny was why he did not talk...I mean, come on, no matter how painful you are, you would be able to give me at least 1 word answers. Once the morphine started to kick in, his moan kinda slowed down... So I thought I would go and reassess him.
Unfortunately, when I appeared at his bed, his moan grew louder. Again, I attempted to ask him a couple of questions, but my efforts proved futile. Somehow, I felt that he was "at it." The nurses told me that he normally speaks and has not known to be a difficult patient. Strange.
I could not be any happier when I handed my on call pager to the person in the morning!
It is scary, trust me. It was only my 1st week in general medicine, and I am apparently, "the second most senior medical doctor on call?!" Yikes!
Anyway, the night started off pretty busy. There were a number of patients who were unwell, you know, the usual chest pain, shortness of breath, abdominal pain, malaena and haematemesis. One of the patients in particular was really funny, but annoying.
He was in his late 30s, with alcoholic liver disease. I was called urgently to see him, as he started to scream in pain suddenly. I rushed off to see him after reviewing a patient with saturations of 88% on 3 L of oxygen. Just as I pushed open the double doors, I could hear him screaming in pain. The nurses looking after him looked pretty stressed.
I went to his bed....and there was jaundiced man clutching his tummy and moaning in pain. I asked him what was wrong...and he didn't answer. I asked him where exactly is his pain...again, no answer. Instead, he took my hands and rubbed them on his tummy. He has a distended abdomen, which apparently just developed over the past 2 days, according to the nurses. I continued to fire him a few questions, but I never got an answer from him. All he did was scream in pain.
During this entire conversation, I heard a voice of another man in the background. This man was saying, "It is all in his head, he does not have any abdominal pain, he needs a psychiatry assessment." I looked at the nurse who was assisting me with this patient. She smiled and whispered, "Don't worry...it is the patient next to him. He is a retired GP, who is likely to be suffering from Korsakoffs."
Right.
The voice continued, "Tell him to shut up and he will be fine." "He does not need anything for the pain. He is disturbing everyone...and now I can't go to bed."
A few minutes later, he suddenly appeared behind the curtains and said, "I can help. Is that the doctor (while looking at me)? Tell her if she needs advice, I would happy to give some." He had messy hair and was walking around the ward with sunglasses. It is amazing how he could find his way around the room, as none of the lights were switched on, apart from the bedlight beside the man in pain.
I could not help smiling, and it was difficult to stop myself from giggling. The man in pain continued to moan despite morphine. What I found funny was why he did not talk...I mean, come on, no matter how painful you are, you would be able to give me at least 1 word answers. Once the morphine started to kick in, his moan kinda slowed down... So I thought I would go and reassess him.
Unfortunately, when I appeared at his bed, his moan grew louder. Again, I attempted to ask him a couple of questions, but my efforts proved futile. Somehow, I felt that he was "at it." The nurses told me that he normally speaks and has not known to be a difficult patient. Strange.
I could not be any happier when I handed my on call pager to the person in the morning!
Friday, April 04, 2008
Pink -> Blue -> White & Cold
I felt so nauseated yesterday.
It was my second day in the respiratory ward. I was not late this time. In fact, I thought the day started just fine....I began my rounds at 9 am sharp.
One patient after another, I finally arrived at a lady patient who has been having recurrent infective exacerbations of COPD. When I saw her yesterday, she was short of breath even at rest, but maintaining her sats above 90% with oxygen. She appeared anxious as well. I have been giving her some oramoph yesterday in order to reduce her anxiety and make her comfortable. Looking through her notes, I noted that her condition deteriorated yesterday. She dropped her saturations. However, she managed to improve overnight.
When I met her yesterday morning, she remained breathless but in fact, I felt she looked abit brighter and less anxious. I asked her how she was doing. She replied, "Oh much better doctor. I was abit unwell last night. But I feel so much better now." I noticed that she did not have her vital signs checked since 6 am this morning, so I asked if the nurse could repeat it. Unfortunately, her saturations were only 81%!!
I sent off her arterial blood gas and gave her some more nebulisers and oramorph. Her saturations improved. I went on to review other patients, while waiting for the results of her ABGs to come back. However, a nurse came up to me and said, "Ling, come now."
I ran over to see the same lady...and there she was, staring straight into the curtains in front of her. I caller her name many times, but she did not respond. Her breathing was laboured. I was like, "Oh no!"
I got the arrest trolley and was about to send out an arrest call...when the nurse told me that she was not for resuscitation. I knew that she was not for ITU or invasive ventilation, but I did not know she was not for CPR. I was glad, in a way, that the nurse pointed this out to me, otherwise, I would be conducting a CPR on her unnecessarily.
In a split second, I noticed her colour changed... from pink, to blue...and then, she was as white as a sheet. A second later, her tongue protruded out of her mouth. I knew her spirit had left her. I gave her high flow oxygen in a final attempt to keep her comfortable. She had an extremely slow pulse of only 1 beat every 5 seconds....and not too long after, her heart just stopped beating. Her hands suddenly felt cold to me....
I felt really sick after the whole event. I felt a lump building inside my throat and oesophagus. It was not because I was going to burst into tears...hmm, I don't know how to describe my feelings then. It was just horrible, to witness a cardiac arrest. I have seen many arrests...but this is different.... I literally watched her die. The only comfort I got was the fact that I gave her more oramorph to keep her comfy. So hopefully, she did not die painfully. I lost my appetite completely after that event.
I could not ask for a better afternoon. The rest of my day was not as bad as the day before. I went home, still thinking about this lady....may you rest in peace, my dear.
It was my second day in the respiratory ward. I was not late this time. In fact, I thought the day started just fine....I began my rounds at 9 am sharp.
One patient after another, I finally arrived at a lady patient who has been having recurrent infective exacerbations of COPD. When I saw her yesterday, she was short of breath even at rest, but maintaining her sats above 90% with oxygen. She appeared anxious as well. I have been giving her some oramoph yesterday in order to reduce her anxiety and make her comfortable. Looking through her notes, I noted that her condition deteriorated yesterday. She dropped her saturations. However, she managed to improve overnight.
When I met her yesterday morning, she remained breathless but in fact, I felt she looked abit brighter and less anxious. I asked her how she was doing. She replied, "Oh much better doctor. I was abit unwell last night. But I feel so much better now." I noticed that she did not have her vital signs checked since 6 am this morning, so I asked if the nurse could repeat it. Unfortunately, her saturations were only 81%!!
I sent off her arterial blood gas and gave her some more nebulisers and oramorph. Her saturations improved. I went on to review other patients, while waiting for the results of her ABGs to come back. However, a nurse came up to me and said, "Ling, come now."
I ran over to see the same lady...and there she was, staring straight into the curtains in front of her. I caller her name many times, but she did not respond. Her breathing was laboured. I was like, "Oh no!"
I got the arrest trolley and was about to send out an arrest call...when the nurse told me that she was not for resuscitation. I knew that she was not for ITU or invasive ventilation, but I did not know she was not for CPR. I was glad, in a way, that the nurse pointed this out to me, otherwise, I would be conducting a CPR on her unnecessarily.
In a split second, I noticed her colour changed... from pink, to blue...and then, she was as white as a sheet. A second later, her tongue protruded out of her mouth. I knew her spirit had left her. I gave her high flow oxygen in a final attempt to keep her comfortable. She had an extremely slow pulse of only 1 beat every 5 seconds....and not too long after, her heart just stopped beating. Her hands suddenly felt cold to me....
I felt really sick after the whole event. I felt a lump building inside my throat and oesophagus. It was not because I was going to burst into tears...hmm, I don't know how to describe my feelings then. It was just horrible, to witness a cardiac arrest. I have seen many arrests...but this is different.... I literally watched her die. The only comfort I got was the fact that I gave her more oramorph to keep her comfy. So hopefully, she did not die painfully. I lost my appetite completely after that event.
I could not ask for a better afternoon. The rest of my day was not as bad as the day before. I went home, still thinking about this lady....may you rest in peace, my dear.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Back to the Buzzling World of General Medicine
First day at work in general medicine as a SHO....hmm....did not really go very well.
1. There were cattles and horses running wildly along the highway. Although I left my flat 10 mins earlier, I was 20 mins late to work. Not a good impression at all.
2. Arrived at the hospital. Now where should I report? See, I have been contacting the relevant people...but none of them seem to wanna tell me which dept I was meant to report. So I walked from one secretary to another...before finally told that I would be based in respiratory for the next 4 months.
3. Got the short straw. I had to review patients under this particular consultant who was on-call over the weekend. So obviously, he had many more patients spread over the entire hospital... not to mention those that were already in the respiratory ward.
4. To make matters worse, I had to stop my rounds at 11 am to attend an induction. The induction was to give all new doctors about the nature of the job and our rotas. Damn.... an hour flew by just like that....argghh...still have many patients to review.
5. As I am new in these wards, I did not know where to look for the notes. I did not know the patients very well (which made me spend more time reading through their notes...and it was not easy reading the "cakar ayam" doctors' handwriting).
6. Then, I became the bad person because 2 of the patients were apparently fasted since midnight, but was not on the list for their upper GI endoscopy! So they fasted for nothing...and I was blamed...sigh. All I could do was apologised...but they were obviously not happy. After investigating further, I soon found out that no referral was made by the doctors before me... sigh. How irresponsible!
My legs were like jelly, my lips were cracking, my head was pounding due to dehydration, my stomach was rumbling, my urine was so concentrated... You know, sometimes I wonder, why we are al so concerned about a patient's urine output, when my own output was <10ml/hour as well? This is the reality of medicine I suppose. We work hard to ensure patients are well, but we tend to forget that we are also human, and could potentially become a patient if we don't look after ourselves. And sometimes, patients think we are bionic human...
1. There were cattles and horses running wildly along the highway. Although I left my flat 10 mins earlier, I was 20 mins late to work. Not a good impression at all.
2. Arrived at the hospital. Now where should I report? See, I have been contacting the relevant people...but none of them seem to wanna tell me which dept I was meant to report. So I walked from one secretary to another...before finally told that I would be based in respiratory for the next 4 months.
3. Got the short straw. I had to review patients under this particular consultant who was on-call over the weekend. So obviously, he had many more patients spread over the entire hospital... not to mention those that were already in the respiratory ward.
4. To make matters worse, I had to stop my rounds at 11 am to attend an induction. The induction was to give all new doctors about the nature of the job and our rotas. Damn.... an hour flew by just like that....argghh...still have many patients to review.
5. As I am new in these wards, I did not know where to look for the notes. I did not know the patients very well (which made me spend more time reading through their notes...and it was not easy reading the "cakar ayam" doctors' handwriting).
6. Then, I became the bad person because 2 of the patients were apparently fasted since midnight, but was not on the list for their upper GI endoscopy! So they fasted for nothing...and I was blamed...sigh. All I could do was apologised...but they were obviously not happy. After investigating further, I soon found out that no referral was made by the doctors before me... sigh. How irresponsible!
My legs were like jelly, my lips were cracking, my head was pounding due to dehydration, my stomach was rumbling, my urine was so concentrated... You know, sometimes I wonder, why we are al so concerned about a patient's urine output, when my own output was <10ml/hour as well? This is the reality of medicine I suppose. We work hard to ensure patients are well, but we tend to forget that we are also human, and could potentially become a patient if we don't look after ourselves. And sometimes, patients think we are bionic human...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Shiok Betul
:D
Went to the Spa on Sunday....wow, it was super shiok.
It started off with a foot scrub and massage. Followed by a relaxing and pampering session of facial and also, neck, shoulders and arms massages... Oh man...I felt I was in another world. A world where everything is so nice, comfy, relaxing and nice smelling! The aromatherapy that filled the room was amazing. The therapist was really good... She just had the right amount of pressure during the massage; you know, not too tickly and also not too soft. I felt the tension in every single muscle of my body disappearing. My eyes started to sink deeper into the socket...and yes, I actually fell asleep during this 70 minute session! haha. It was a fortune to pay...but heck, I think I deserve some pampering sometimes...keke. Think I will go again someday during stressful times.
I went to the spa with a few friends. Then, we went back to SzeLeng's house. It was her birthday, and I promised to bake a carrot cake for her. And yes I did! And I am so proud of myself. I used to be a baking virgin...but now, I think I have mastered it....and in fact, believe it or not, I love baking!!! :D Check out my carrot cake below.
The birthday girl and the carrot cake, that was baked by me! :) and it was cheesy topping.
Went to the Spa on Sunday....wow, it was super shiok.
It started off with a foot scrub and massage. Followed by a relaxing and pampering session of facial and also, neck, shoulders and arms massages... Oh man...I felt I was in another world. A world where everything is so nice, comfy, relaxing and nice smelling! The aromatherapy that filled the room was amazing. The therapist was really good... She just had the right amount of pressure during the massage; you know, not too tickly and also not too soft. I felt the tension in every single muscle of my body disappearing. My eyes started to sink deeper into the socket...and yes, I actually fell asleep during this 70 minute session! haha. It was a fortune to pay...but heck, I think I deserve some pampering sometimes...keke. Think I will go again someday during stressful times.
I went to the spa with a few friends. Then, we went back to SzeLeng's house. It was her birthday, and I promised to bake a carrot cake for her. And yes I did! And I am so proud of myself. I used to be a baking virgin...but now, I think I have mastered it....and in fact, believe it or not, I love baking!!! :D Check out my carrot cake below.
The birthday girl and the carrot cake, that was baked by me! :) and it was cheesy topping.Thursday, March 27, 2008
Baking Mood
I was in the baking mood over the easter weekend...
On Sunday, I made a fruit loaf. And then, on Monday, I made chocolate brownies. It was my first time making brownies...and I am proud of myself, because it was a success! woohoo! I have never baked a cake in my life so far...it was an achievement indeed. :D
SzeL owns a fantastic cake recipe book. As it is her birthday this Sunday, I have asked her to choose her birthday cake from her recipe book....and I will bake it for her. She chose a carrot cake. So this weekend will be spent on finding the ingredients and baking the cake. I will keep this site updated on how the cake turn out.
Me & my choc brownie, Hoon & her Sarawak Laksa.
Sarawak Laksa...looked as good as from the shops! it was excellent.
My chocolate brownie, served with vanilla ice-cream, strawberry and raspberries.
Yam Seng!
All of us @ dinner.
On Sunday, I made a fruit loaf. And then, on Monday, I made chocolate brownies. It was my first time making brownies...and I am proud of myself, because it was a success! woohoo! I have never baked a cake in my life so far...it was an achievement indeed. :D
SzeL owns a fantastic cake recipe book. As it is her birthday this Sunday, I have asked her to choose her birthday cake from her recipe book....and I will bake it for her. She chose a carrot cake. So this weekend will be spent on finding the ingredients and baking the cake. I will keep this site updated on how the cake turn out.
Me & my choc brownie, Hoon & her Sarawak Laksa.
Sarawak Laksa...looked as good as from the shops! it was excellent.
My chocolate brownie, served with vanilla ice-cream, strawberry and raspberries.
Yam Seng!
All of us @ dinner.
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