2006 is really a testing year for me. life's making me learn a lot, both the good, the bad and the painful. and february's not over yet.
how i hope this is in preparation of the physical and mental stress i'd have to endure as a doctor. (meaning i do get a smooth entry into medical school) now if only that's the idea...
the good....
for one i'm more thick skinned now, and have less qualms dealing with people, in person or over the phone. though it still doesnt take much for me to feel like ignoring someone completely when i'm really irritated. =X patience, patience...
plus i'm not so naive anymore.
the bad....
i'm starting to adopt the "i'm only the temp staff" attitude at work. aka the i-do-what-is-required-of-me-and-i-dont-know-anything-else mentality. essentially i'm trying to make sure i dont stick my head out and i cover my ass. sometimes its hard (like the previous entry would testify) and sometimes i'm quite disgusted at myself for doing this but i dont want to end up facing the wrong end of a cannon. so i'm more careful with what i say and do and i make sure i ask when in doubt. (which probably drives my colleages up the wall and leads them into thinking that i'm really quite a hopeless case) but i suppose this is necessary in life, where people wont be so willing in giving second chances after a big screw up unlike in school where there's always room for reversing. better to stay out of trouble than be in a position where my livelihood/future/whatever would depend on the magnanimity of the person i offended.
and maybe i'm more cynical now. which isnt a good thing, is it?
and the painful....
i'm trying to learn how to get on with life after bereavement. it hits back when you least expect it, when you think that you're okay. and my level of concentration has also fallen. it takes double the effort to make sure i dont mess up anything on the job. maintaining standard of work done when one is experiencing personal grief isnt easy. working in the same building in which my grandma died in doesnt help things. i know what my mum feels when she says that she'd nv step into ttsh again. i'm not that extreme with regards to ttsh, but.. it just isnt the same.
i'm leaning abt letting go, and what it entails. some things are easier said than done. the doctors offered us a choice, to insert a tube which would drain bilirubin at the cost of great pain and prolonged suffering, or to let her go. i felt that letting her go was better, although the decision was otherwise. but the doctors never put the tube in coz she was too weak, and we ended up letting her go. so i got my choice. and although at that point in time i've already accepted it in theory, when it got down to it happening, slipping away, i realised i didnt want to let go, that no matter what your brain thinks is right under such circumstances, your heart will betray you. life is never in black and white.
i know i'm not exactly a long suffering, resilient, accepting individual in the face of adversity, but i'm worse than i thought. much to learn, much to learn.
good for me if my a level results put me in the top half of the school instead of the bottom half; i really want to be cheered up. i know its quite pathetic of me to place so much emphasis on something as insignificant as grades in the grand scheme of life, but the fact remains that it is quite a big issue currently. =( i really want to believe that after slinging so much muck at me, life would only get better, but...