TMR! TMR!

It's been a week now and we're internet-less at home. Those TM people are really fast when it comes to bills, but take their sweet time to reconnect our line. So naturally, I'm doing this at work.


Post Malakoff, we haven't been running that much. I'm busy at my new work place and after work, we're busy buying things for the new house. Shamefully our only run was Saturday's micro LSD of 10K and my konon 4k recovery run on the dreadmill the next day.

Talking about my dear dreadmill, we found out that the side handle that allows the dreadmill to be conveniently folded when not in use, is busted. I guess it happened during the big move. So now, I have to accept the fact that the dreadmill thread? track? what do you call it? will always be in a supine position, allowing my kids to do whatever kids do on an immobile dreadmill ie:; eat on it, pretend to run on it, dance on it, sleep on it. I swear, the very day the whole darn machine goes haywire, I'm getting myself one of those Nordic Track dreadmill thingamagig. No matter what the cost.
It's a wonder how I'm willing to pay so much for something I claim I hate eh?


Weekend oncall was..urm tiring. By Saturday, I had to review 5 patients in the ward but thankfully by Sunday, all but one were discharged. But just as I thought the worse is over, I get a call this morning at 4.45 am to treat a man assaulted with an axe in the face. An AXE.


Why are people nowadays so ganas one?


By the time I’ve sutured up his face and immobilize his maxillary fracture, it was already 6.40 am and  I had to rush home to prepare my kids for school and get ready for work.
So this evening, I guess I’ll give myself a break and not run.
But TMR! TMR!


Ok, I just saved myself some embarrassment just now by minimizing this page as my colleague looked over my shoulder to read what I’ve been keenly typing. I miss my own computer.


Argh.