dust to dust

 

"For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.” gen 3:19

3.15pm (and the fat lady has sung.)

the last paper is done & dusted......

and although school officially is over, the learning never ends.....

but now, it's time to relax for little while........

.....and rejoice......

..........and reunite..........

..............and anticipate.......

....................where the path will next lead to..........

exams.....another love-hate relationship.

butterflies.....again!

 

i had another dose of butterflies some weeks back.....

 

this was a middle-aged man with a tumour that secretes a hormone which raises the blood pressure. never in my 28 years in medical practice have i seen anyone with a blood pressure of 307/111 (!!!) until that day.

 

 

but there's always a 1st time for everything, yes?

 

a sudden surge in BP is never good, particularly for the brain or heart & a stroke or a heart attack is a very real threat.

 

to cut a long story short, the body is a wonderful machine which can withstand  multiple insults & assaults & still come through largely intact.

 

the tumour was successfully removed after a 6-hour surgery. while the patient will probably live longer now, i fear, ironically, that my life just got cut short by at least 3 months.

butterflies.

this i remember from the 70s....

there was this sitcom about a Mexican family living in the US. the guy was terribly anxious about an upcoming event & he told his wife so.

"i'm having cocoons in my stomach!"

"err...you mean, you have butterflies?"

"no, cocoons....but they will be butterflies this afternoon!!"

lame, right?

i can understand the anxiety my daughter is going thru during the current A-level exams. some days, it even feels like i'm sitting for it!! after all, i've been doing exams after exams from primary school till varsity, & each seemed to be more important than the previous one.

& i still go thru anxiety spells at work. like today.

2-month-old kids are fun to make monkey faces at & tickle koochi-koochi, but i tell, they're no fun to give an anaesthetic to. they are so dainty.... so delicate....the margin for error is slim. one little slip &........

arrghhh....don't want to think about it...

so you can understand why, like my daughter, i've been having cocoons since early this morning.

of queens and princesses.........

 

so far, half of this statement has been true for me......

 

 

what about you?

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hell on earth

 

on some days, work feels like this....