ME
Life's been okay so far. My weekdays are pretty routine, in fact. I usually wake up around 7.30am, and spend the day at the hospital; I come home in the late afternoon (usually 4/5-ish) and spend the rest of the day with Ginger. Sometimes I try to squeeze in an hour or so of studying at night before I shower, but usually I hardly study on weekdays. In fact nowadays I hardly study at all :-/ Thankfully I don't have exams till end May, but I really need to start studying back up again. I spend weekends just lazing about with Ginger, watching TV and movies, eating takeaways. We go grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons, and we spend Sunday mornings cleaning up the house. My daily life really is mundane, but it's amazing how lovely it can be simply because I get to spend it with someone special.
I've been eating a lot too. This is really random, but my appetite (or rather, its seeming abundance) has been troubling me a lot. I feel hungry all the time, even after I've just had a meal. I literally force myself to not eat. Sometimes I think it's lucky that Ginger is a small eater and therefore I'm conscious of how much I eat when I'm around him; if he'd been a massive eater I'd probably be chowing down mountains of food alongside him too. I try to walk more while I'm in the hospital, you know, to burn more calories. The long hours at the hospital drains me and by the time I get home all I want to do is just lie in bed and snuggle up next to Ginger. So I use things like ward rounds to "work out", lol. I try to stand as much as I can too, and use the stairs all the time. But all these doesn't stop my appetite from increasing, and while I still have it very much under control right now, I'm afraid that one day I'll just tire of fighting it and lose control and be a repeat of what I was in 2011 and 2012. I know it's because my period was coming back about 2 weeks ago, and then I got my birth control shot, and the shot makes you feel hungry all the time (due to the increased progesterone levels in your body) and that's why weight gain is the commonest complaint of women who get the shot. But I can't gain weight, I'm fat enough as it is, I can't afford to put on 11 pounds (the average weight gained by these women). So I've been trying to really monitor my food intake, and whenever I can, just move about that wee bit more.
I pissed my mom off today on Skype. I basically had to cut short our conversation because of what I did to Ginger's bedsheets (I think you can kinda guess what happened :-/) It's a long story anyhow, but I really don't know what to do anymore about this annoyed feeling that I always get when I talk to my mother. I hate myself for feeling this way, I honestly do. I don't get to talk to her much anymore and weekends are the only time I get to speak to her and see my dad, so really I should be spending as much time as I can talking to her. But weekends are the only time I get to do other stuffs like wake up late, go out to town, clean the house etc., and it's irritating having to shift my schedule around just so that I can talk to her. Mind you, these are not 15 minute conversations we're talking about, it's more like hour-long convos. Like just now, I'd spoken to her for 56 mins before I had to go, but even then she was majorly pissed at me for cutting short our conversation. I can't spend hours talking to her, I have things to do. And understandably she doesn't see that, because she's not here, and also, how can I tell her, "Sorry, I have to go and spend time with my boyfriend". I'll never tell my mother about Ginger, not at least until quite some time have passed. As lovely and wonderful as my mother is, she's also a very paranoid and judgmental person, with quite a closed mindset steeped in old world tradition and old wives' tales. Telling her about Ginger is akin to giving her a heart attack, literally, and she's definitely going to question me and give me hell about it. And I'm not ready to answer her questions yet.
Okay, case report and presentation time! I think I'll just study tomorrow. I actually planned to study today, but it's almost 5pm and I really want to go back to Ginger.
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Hello, my name is Mylene.
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
Almost done with the GI rotation, just one more week left. This rotation flew by quick as hell! And Caroline's gonna give us a GI test on Wednesday, so this weekend is a study weekend :( And I have my case report to do, and a case presentation to submit, this sure is one hell of a busy weekend bleh. Life's been okay so far. My weekdays are pretty routine, in fact. I usually wake up around 7.30am, and spend the day at the hospital; I come home in the late afternoon (usually 4/5-ish) and spend the rest of the day with Ginger. Sometimes I try to squeeze in an hour or so of studying at night before I shower, but usually I hardly study on weekdays. In fact nowadays I hardly study at all :-/ Thankfully I don't have exams till end May, but I really need to start studying back up again. I spend weekends just lazing about with Ginger, watching TV and movies, eating takeaways. We go grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons, and we spend Sunday mornings cleaning up the house. My daily life really is mundane, but it's amazing how lovely it can be simply because I get to spend it with someone special.
I've been eating a lot too. This is really random, but my appetite (or rather, its seeming abundance) has been troubling me a lot. I feel hungry all the time, even after I've just had a meal. I literally force myself to not eat. Sometimes I think it's lucky that Ginger is a small eater and therefore I'm conscious of how much I eat when I'm around him; if he'd been a massive eater I'd probably be chowing down mountains of food alongside him too. I try to walk more while I'm in the hospital, you know, to burn more calories. The long hours at the hospital drains me and by the time I get home all I want to do is just lie in bed and snuggle up next to Ginger. So I use things like ward rounds to "work out", lol. I try to stand as much as I can too, and use the stairs all the time. But all these doesn't stop my appetite from increasing, and while I still have it very much under control right now, I'm afraid that one day I'll just tire of fighting it and lose control and be a repeat of what I was in 2011 and 2012. I know it's because my period was coming back about 2 weeks ago, and then I got my birth control shot, and the shot makes you feel hungry all the time (due to the increased progesterone levels in your body) and that's why weight gain is the commonest complaint of women who get the shot. But I can't gain weight, I'm fat enough as it is, I can't afford to put on 11 pounds (the average weight gained by these women). So I've been trying to really monitor my food intake, and whenever I can, just move about that wee bit more.
I pissed my mom off today on Skype. I basically had to cut short our conversation because of what I did to Ginger's bedsheets (I think you can kinda guess what happened :-/) It's a long story anyhow, but I really don't know what to do anymore about this annoyed feeling that I always get when I talk to my mother. I hate myself for feeling this way, I honestly do. I don't get to talk to her much anymore and weekends are the only time I get to speak to her and see my dad, so really I should be spending as much time as I can talking to her. But weekends are the only time I get to do other stuffs like wake up late, go out to town, clean the house etc., and it's irritating having to shift my schedule around just so that I can talk to her. Mind you, these are not 15 minute conversations we're talking about, it's more like hour-long convos. Like just now, I'd spoken to her for 56 mins before I had to go, but even then she was majorly pissed at me for cutting short our conversation. I can't spend hours talking to her, I have things to do. And understandably she doesn't see that, because she's not here, and also, how can I tell her, "Sorry, I have to go and spend time with my boyfriend". I'll never tell my mother about Ginger, not at least until quite some time have passed. As lovely and wonderful as my mother is, she's also a very paranoid and judgmental person, with quite a closed mindset steeped in old world tradition and old wives' tales. Telling her about Ginger is akin to giving her a heart attack, literally, and she's definitely going to question me and give me hell about it. And I'm not ready to answer her questions yet.
Okay, case report and presentation time! I think I'll just study tomorrow. I actually planned to study today, but it's almost 5pm and I really want to go back to Ginger.