Lew's Anatomy

Yahoo! just told me that 24th Nov is Mr. Lee's birthday. Many times when I received such alerts I would suddenly realize that some people have gone for so many years. This may be the rhythm of life, somehow mirrored by the fact that as a post-80s, now I'm also seeing lots of young persons around my age--- 1985, 1986--- suffering from physical and mental tortures in the ward. And my relatives are gradually getting all kinds of ailments. Steps of life would not stop.

 

Just can not help feeling a little bit 沧桑 all of a sudden. I simply cannot find any English words to fully convey the profound meanings contained in these two Chinese characters.

Because of H1N1, the national competition was postponed. Three days ago I was still working late into the night, busy dealing with one of my relatives’ ailment, preparing for my speech at the national summit for 8-Year M.D. Programme, and much annoyed with the visa procedures. Now I have to put the competition aside and prepare myself for internship. We can’t help feeling a sense of loss. One whole month of passion, thrills, hard work, stress, and sleep deprivation seem to be ended abruptly. My life suddenly becomes ”normal” again, much earlier than I had expected, although I’ve long craved that. The six of us and our coaches, once close as best friends, have to leave and return to our own lives.

 

Besides these friends, my roommates are also leaving. The 7 of them are all assigned to 2^nd or 3^rd affiliated hospitals. I’m not the kind of persons that would be really sad for such occasions, but there’re just so many changes taking place all together…

 

Several days ahead, someone may scold me. Some months later, I may struggle to keep my eyelids open when I’ve held the retractor with a same pose for hours after hours at the operating table. I may have to undertake more nightshifts so that I could save some time for the trip to Oxford. It’s a major transformation in the life of a medical student. I’m not sure whether I can survive it well. Pray I would be stronger, tougher, and braver, come what may.

I was selected for further training. I don't know how far I will reach. But still, I will try.

The past few weeks have been quite exhausting and abnormal for me. Everyday was about practising procedures of all kinds on medical simulators, for a national competition in late November. The 10 of us worked day and night, trying to become qualified as 1 of the 3 final representatives of Sun Yat-sen.

 

Now I've finished the semi-final screening process. I don't think I will be eligible for the training ahead. My teammates- and foes- are all so strong. I've tried, but I know there are something that cannot be easily changed. People are fit for different things. But as to why I have persisted so far, I can't explain clearly. It's like a tide, a trend- everybody was trying to grab every opportunity they saw- which dragged me in and left me drifting till now. I've asked myself several times: why? But I just couldn't get the strength to pull myself out hard or push myself hard. I trudged on, practised again and again, no matter how sleepy or tired I was. Deep in my heart, I don't like this kind of life at all; but I can't quit either. I've long been engaged in the game and just can't break the rules or leave it.

 

I'm not confident enough to follow my own way. I know this is a problem. So just keep my head up for while longer and stay in the game. I will try to walk it well, no matter which way God chooses for me.

The most precious currency human beings can spend is time.

 

Therefore, save it, for the most important persons...

     There're lots of awesome things in the eyes of Lew...

     One of them is...

     Lew hooked by "soap" opera haha...

     I guess I'm not very tightly hooked yet...

     And I don't think it's really very "soap"...

     But you can say I'm pretty "normal" in this sense perhaps...

     Because we now know that Lew not only watches BBC London haha...   

     I bought a Qipao some days ago. That is my first Qipao--- it's really a surprise because I never believed that I would look OK in a Qipao, given my mediocre shape. Therefore I was thrilled and could not help sending SMS to several close friends, telling them about my new favourite in the closet. A bosom buddy replied:

 

     Who is that for?

 

     I could not find any answer except for one: myself.

 

     So far, the pink and shiny Qipao is still lying quietly in my wardrobe, waiting for a stage. I had thought about wearing it for my Dad's birthday party a fortnight ago, but finally I didn't. I just do not want to dress myself with that feminine garment for those alienated spectators. I have preserved those blooming instants for myself so far.

 

     But above all, it's still good to have someone else to recognize those blooming moments. It'll be a pity to let a flower wave farewell to its prime all in a silence.

I'm never too skinny, and one of the most reasons for this is that I'm born with a round-round face. It makes me look fat sometime. How irksome it is...

Dear girls and ladies, here's an absolute medical sound advice!

 

It's currently a common sense for doctors of ObGyn that earlier pregnancies and parturitions during the 3rd decade of women's life (between 20 to 30) are essential for preventions of diseases like endometriosis, leiomyomas, infertility, etc. Moreover, earlier parturitions are also important for maintaining the functions of organs and tissues at the pelvic floor. The later you give birth to your children (and also if you underwent multiple labours, which I consider quite impossible for you white collar OLs), the greater the possibility of PFD (Pelvic Floor Dysfunction). PFD not only imposes risks of unterine or rectal prolapses; the greater trouble is that it can desperately ruin your sexual life, which has often caused discords between husbands and wives (as witnessed by our teachers). Additionally, the risks of Down's Syndrome soars as women's ages increase, escpecially after 35.

 

Our teachers told us that they have seen quite some couples with doctoral degrees that sacrificed the prime time of child bearing for their degrees and careers, only to find that they could no longer get any baby by themselves when they finally settle down to complete this task of life (usu in late 30s). You know, IVF (In Vitro Fertilization) is not everything; it's expensive, and the rate of successful fertilization and embryonic implantation is only approx. 20%. And there're also lots of complications that we have to take care of. Mothers (and also fathers for sure) like this suffer from both mental and physical pressures. To prevent preterm labours, these mothers may have to be restricted from activities most of the days. There're some mothers that have lied on the bed for such a long time that they got bed sores or atrophic calves.

 

This is my hearty suggestion and goal: DO NOT BE AN ELDERLY PRIMIPARA.

And I long to see your cute cute babies swim soon~~!!!

Eric sent a long essay written by a professor from Taiwan to us yesterday. I appreciate the wisdom that shines among the lines and words. By citing genuine cases and stories in his life, the professor illustrates the essence of life: an odyssey of day-to-day accumulations and gradual progress. The things reserved for you will not escape, while those destined out of your reach will never fall onto your path. Nothing will be lost as long as we whole heartedly explore our way everyday; hence there's no need to fuss about the "wrong" choices of our own, because the experience we harvest in any way will be part of the fortune of our life.

 

I used to worry about my choices at one time but were told that I still had so long a journey to go that I should abandon those anxieties. These two voices now echo with each other, and I marshal stronger confidence that I shall lay my nest eggs for life by day-to-day trek.