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Like I said, I just finished work attachment, and apparently my pc is doing ok! So I'm happy.

Learnt loads from this work attachment and felt different after that. It made me realise the vulnerability of human life. Used to be sick of going to the hospital, especially during the first week, I was complaining throughout the whole half an hour journey to the hospital and literally had to force myself up the steps leading to the main area. It was unbearable. I even thought I chose the wrong path to cross. 2 weeks later, I felt different. I saw a lot of patients, which some I doubt will remember me, or I, them, but I really appreciate them not, not willing to let me sit in and see what I was supposed to do in the near future. Some of the wards smelt a little bit fishy, on the shit side, and it was a bit depressing seeing kids with plastic tubes stuck up their' nasal area. I have a heart okay! I know I bloody hate kids, but after the depressing visit at paeds, I hate stupid kids running around more. I never had the urge to strangle kids that much before. Why can't they appreciate what they have, and not muck around, being spoilt!? Some kids cant even walk, being bedridden. Can you imagine spending your first 8 years, in bed? And some may never even be strong enough to enjoy the sun, while stupid kids cry when their mums dont buy them ice cream. I even saw a death cert of a kid, imagine that. I as a by-stander, even got affected by that, imagine how their parents would feel.

From this, I also learnt that some people just dont care, and some are lucky enough to have support. It's really quite sad seeing a patient being alone, and not having any visitors, while just beside her bed, her neighbour was showered with love and affection from the whole family.

I was even in a ward doing rounds when someone died. I was also told that a 4 year old girl had type 2 DM, yes, WTH, probably had sugar pumped into her system.

Even after this 2 weeks, I still dont know whether I'm 160 or 158!! The 2 different scales in the hospital says different things! & I was also put into comparison with a chicken. wth.

Randomly, I like DavidChoi!