A day of imaginary patients and drugs

Much as i dislike to admit it i must say i was a teeny-weeny bit stressed out today. what with logbooks to complete, an article to finalise and a drug appraisal to write. On top of that i have dirty clothes to launder and a (very!) messy room. It has gotten to the point where simply removing my handbag from the shelf results in a bottle of Difflam gargle falling to the floor and narrowly missing my foot.

Mom and Dad were here for the weekend so I got fresh sheets on the bed and curtains. The kitchen cabinet shelves and fridge are stocked up with food to last a week ( in case of any untoward happenings). This has a somewhat comforting effect on my psychique which is unsurprising as I hoard food "just-in-case" i feel hungry.

So it's a day of imaginary patients and drugs for the sake of the logbooks.

So the countdown to the sixteenth of September tw0. thousand. eleven. begins.

Where will my path in life take me next?

My mind tries to distract itself with frivolity when under stress. I want a new phone, something cute, doesn't cost a bomb- an android most probably. I want a polaroid camera. And I also revived this blog after a long hiatus and injected some cheery prettiness in the form of a new blogskin :)

Twenty. Eleven.

Ever since starting work, I've lost touch with me. So penning my thoughts here in this virtual journal is a way of reconnecting with myself. Resolution #1: reconnect with self.

Life has been a whirlwind of work, fatigue, new friends, sleep. Days go by without me thinking about God at all. I used to be more spiritual, I hope God doesn't think i have forgotten about him.

i mustn't let work erode me. i am me i am me i am me.

i hope twenty eleven is the start of many new things. :)