Sexpo

(note: pictures have been removed due to indecent exposure)

Sexpo
Sex Expo
Sex Exposition/exhibition

Sexpo was held in Perth last week. If you're not already having sex, this is a best place to start. And if you are already having sex, then you can spice it up there. I was quite excited about going ever since I saw the add on the bus a few weeks back. I kept it at the back of my mind, ready to have a look at this event which we all missed last year.

Sadly... it stayed back of my head and only resurfaced on the Monday after the event. So yeah, no photos anyway. BAH.

Well, I started Paediatric surgery this week. My team seems to be specializing in Urogenital problems. I haven't seen any cool cardiac surgeries or appendectomies... Instead, I got to see some interesting stuff:

11month old girl who is spotting.
2year old girl who is no longer has a hymen thanks to surgical instruments.

and from my other paeds rotations:
3year old girl with stage 3 breast development.

That's my sexpo for you...

On Crying

I find it interesting that there is a different quality of a child's cry compared to an adult. Most babies and children I know cry out loud, demanding to be heard, screaming their hearts out. Older ones cry softly, sobbing to themselves. Adults just shed tears. I believe that all of us go through an equal type of sadness, but what makes us cry to ourselves and what makes kids cry out loud?

Loneliness

I wish not to be me,
I'm empty as can be,
I hate this pain & strife,
I hate not having a life.

No child to call my own,
Nobody my flesh and bone,
No one else in my house,
Coz' I don't have a spouse.

No one to share my life with,
No one to fill that empty rift,
No one to love and to hold,
No one to treasure like gold.

No one to turn to,
No one to talk to,
No friends I could call,
Nope, no one at all.

So,
I don't have a life,
I don't have a wife,
I don't have a girlfriend,
I don't have a friend,
I don't have a somebody,
I only have myself and me.

Exercise

Exercise is good for you. It helps your heart blah blah blah...

I'm currently doing my Cardiac Rehab option. Part of what patients with heart conditions have to go through as part of their recovery process is to go to the physio gym to get their twice weekly exercise. And as part of my learning experience I was forced to join them. I must say that it was a good workout.

I rose my heart rate to 190bpm.

Preciously, all the calories I have been burning is by pushing leys on my keyboard and clicking the mouse buttons. I would say that it is more than watching anime or tv programs.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is to show you this picture, which depicts the exercise I have been getting:

Doctors and Priests

Doctors are looked upon as the dedicated healers of the World. They are trusted to be able to heal anyone using a variety of methods. Most of the time, they are able to heal someone back to full health, even nearing the brink of death. They have the ability to abolish any disease. They also have various techniques for you to improve your stamina and spirit to carry on your daily activities.

Priests are looked upon as the dedicated healers of the World of Warcraft. They are trusted to be able to heal anyone using a variety of methods. Most of the time, they are able to heal someone back to full health, even nearing the brink of death. They have the ability to abolish any disease. They also have various techniques for you to improve your stamina and spirit to carry on your daily activities.

I love playing my Priest. Nevermind the fact that I would be the target for most enemies, and I will be blamed for all the deaths I could have prevented. I still love my priest. Many players think that healing is a very easy job and that all I have to do is press a magic button and it heals the target. Well, it is that… but there is more to it than just one button. This is a breakdown of what goes through my head during fights;

1. Monitor each person’s health and stats. I don’t look at the combat happening. All I look at is the health bars of all the players. Warriors have higher health and mages have lower health, so 10% health lost on each means higher heals on warrior than on mage.

2. Match the bug with the drug. Different amount of health lost needs different ranks of heals. No point over healing, and its bad to under heal.

3. Differential diagnosis. Stats can also change with magic and disease debuffs, which may alter the amount of health they have. These needs to be dispelled or abolished.

4. Glove up. Of course if I die, the party dies. So I have to watch my own back and give myself a higher priority for heals. I also have a magic shield that absorbs damage taken and a fade ability to drop agro.

5. Get rid of the causative organism. I not only have healing spells, but I also have some offensive ones and it usually helps if I cast in a damaging spell on the enemy. If I was the only one alive, I usually have to take it out myself.

Some say that Paladins, druids and shamans are better healers than priests are, and I know that they can be. But I still love my Priest.

Easter Story

Easter symbolizes the resurrection of Christ. It is a day for worship and all that religious stuff. For others it is just another reason for a 4 day weekend. For me, I decided to go in. I know, it's a Sunday... It's also a public holiday... I'm also a student... I'm also just only starting my rotation there... To make my Easter Story short, I was not supposed to be there.

Honestly speaking, I was feeling guilty as I spent the whole of Friday and Saturday LAN gaming, playing Dungeon Siege 2, Evil Genius and the newly released Command & Conquer 3. Reviews later.

So on this holy day, I decided to go on take in Fremantle Hospital. Everyone I met gave me a look and asked different versions of, "What da f*** are you doing here?" Like "Aren't you a med student?", "You, GO HOME." and the best, "Do you get paid?"

I shrugged it off and carried on. I like to mention 2 of my patients, who were really nice people. They were both elderly, and I really felt like I was sitting with my grandparents listening to their life stories. One was a war veteran who served in the navy. He was telling me about his poor wife who has Dementia and how he has to cope while having COPD. Walking around easily tires him, so he loves being in a car and enjoys driving, even at 87 years of age. His son wanted to visit him, but he'd rather have him visit his mother at the nursing home. He said that she needed more care than he did. I was amazed that he was still devoted to his wife.

The other patient was a spouse of a war veteran who served in Indonesia under the Dutch army. He too had Dementia. She takes care of him at home and even drives to see him if he is in hospital. She had not taken care of herself recently because of that and developed pneumonia. After chatting about her life and her husband, she started crying and told me that she has lived her life and had no regrets. She told me, if and when her husband goes, she will go too. I've only heard of such stories, such devotion.

Of course by then, it was already 9.30pm. I was stupid enough to trust the journey planner and thought I could catch a bus home, but the last bus was at 5 pm! So I was stranded alone at night 30km away from home on this Easter Holiday. The end.

The Jelly Fish

Passively floating,
Aimlessly drifting,
Going where the currents flow,
Life's steady and slow,
Without concern or care,
Neither here nor there,
Always alone, ever so cautious,
Stinging those who approaches,
Going through the days,
Being pelted by waves,
The blazing sun scorches,
The icy water freezes,
Battered against the rocks,
Left alone under the docks.