Off to a country where not one of my family member speak their native language so fingers crossed that we don't order dog for lunch or something!

Two posts and I'm already bored of blogging lol fail. I somehow don't really feel like I can express myself fully on this blog. I don't write here when I'm on the edge of sanity, barely clinging on for dear life. Maybe I've outgrown this. Maybe I'm just paranoid but I feel like when I do state down the details of my misery, there will be people out there who are jumping with glee to see me fall. But I guess this was the way I was brought up, to be safe rather than sorry. Don't go back home with anyone even if they claim that we're in an accident and that they're bringing you to the hospital, my parents would say. So as time passed by and as I grew older, the feeling of paranoia too grew stronger within me.

Anyway, this blogging thing just isn't working out for me anymore. Time to shut it down perhaps? Also, I don't really see the point of updating my blog just to post up a bunch of pictures and the things I've been doing cause you can see all that on my Facebook. So, what's good about this blog? Don't be surprised if you can't find my blog later cause I'll most prolly delete it.

It's sad though that I've lost my passion for writing. In fact, I was thinking about changing my course from Maths, Chemistry, Biology and English to Maths, Chemistry, Biology and Physics/Further Maths. I am going to grow up to become a cold, heartless person with not one ounce of creativity in my blood, caring only about hardcore scientific facts. NOOOOOOOO, the horrorrrrrrrrr.

Got yanked out of bed at 7 in the morning today by the giant who lives right next to my bedroom. He decided to declare his own "Bring Your Children To Work Day" and interrupted my much needed sleep. After a series of screaming and yelling and cursing under my breath, there I was stuck in a car with no one other than my dad, miserable as hell.

At first, I followed him like a lost puppy, trailing behind him while he made his rounds at the wards, checking up on his patients. I mean, this might have been useful before I sat for my Biology paper but right now, my brain is just one gigantic hole of nothingness. Nothing remarkably important goes in and nothing decent will ever come out until maybe the beginning of next year so, what's the point of breaking my bed and I apart?

Then, he brought me to the operating theater which was the only remotely interesting part.

At first, I got to witness a lady getting a cesarean section, then I was forced to wait for a five hour long coronary artery bypass surgery to end. I learnt two very valuable lessons today: One, I am never getting near an operating table as a patient and two, it'll be over my dead body the next time I agree to watch my dad operate. Oh and never have babies.

I've never seen a real life natural birthing process before, only in a video, but I just watched someone get seven layers of their skin and fats burnt off, amniotic fluid bursting out and a baby who was welcomed to this world with his ass out first. Wait, actually I don't even know if it's a girl or a boy but the point is that it wasn't a pretty sight and it was hell as painful to watch. Natural birth on the other hand requires getting your vagina cut to let the baby out, so yeah think I'll pass.

What was even more painful to watch was the splitting in half of someone's sternum, which is also the breast bone. Now I can honestly say that I've seen a hole in the middle of someone's chest. Damn, my dad practically sawed through his patient's sternum to get to the heart. I don't get it. You have a little plague stuck on the walls of your veins and you have a very high possibility of getting a heart attack and dying but you have your bones sawed into half and your heart stopped and blood oozing out everywhere and you'll still be fine? I'm still pretty baffled by this.

Besides, I think if I ever wanna do something in the medical field, I would give being an anesthetist a shot because while everyone was getting their gloves and operating attire all bloody and disgusting, an anesthetist can just chill while monitoring the patient's progress. Or maybe you know, he was making things look easy just now. Also, an anesthetist will never really be out of a case because in most operations, the patients will be given an injection to induce anesthesia, no?

Prepping

Pumping the deoxygenated blood through here to be filtered and the oxygenated blood back to the heart while they used chemicals to stop the heart from pumping.

Opening a hole in the chest, sticking tubes in the heart and sewing everything back together in the end.

So, a word of advice? DON'T SMOKE. Because it increases the chances of you having to go through this. I don't think anyone would really fancy the idea of having their sternum joined back together with a stainless steel wire so don't jeopardize your life! (: