凌晨六时四十五分
早安
睡眼惺松? 我这叫眼睛完全张不开
我不晓得人类是怎么七早八早起床念书
这在我身上是发生不了的事情
站在星期一
星期五是个遥远的天涯
尤其是你上一个周末的结束是凌晨二时三时分
累死我
什么烂report
每一个月都过着赶monthly progress report的痛苦
我其实都很用心在写
虽然真的没有必要
不说了
新的一天,新的一个星期考试了
我兴致缺缺呢
"Budak sebelah tu kesian aje, jerit-jerit sakit sepanjang malam. Pak cik pergi pujuk lah dia, katakan dia sabar lah cucu, atuk kat sini sama cucu."
遇见了很可爱的病人
半夜三更还会起来安抚隔壁床的"邻居"
"Bolehlah nak tanya apa tanya aje, nak check ke nak tengok pun boleh, belajay jadi doktor tak boleh segan-segan kan, baru dapat belajar."
"你们也是要学习嘛不是吗? 我不要紧的,要问什么就问,要看也可以看,我不要紧的啦,你们也是要学嘛,不然怎样医病是不是?"
遇见这样的病人总让我很窝心很窝心
感谢在这条不算简单的路上
有这一些好人原意给我一个又一个的学习机会
他们完全有权利拒绝我
但却还是那么善良那么热心配合
外科没有想象中那么可怕吧
也许因为教授可怕的一面还没显出来
才一个星期呢
外科医生似乎全都是轻声细语语调温柔的
就连斥责也是小小声软软的
虽然用的字眼一点都不轻
我还是会怕还是有太多的不确定和没有自信
那天case presentation后同学们都说
"看得出你很紧张, percussion的时候你的手有一点震。"
当然紧张,一半算是临时被你们推上去present我能不紧张嘛
而且不是我熟悉的case
只是教授仍是很耐心很耐心地纠正
也一直一直鼓励
像今天学缝和伤口的打结
原来同学之中有很多跟我一样
左右不分到惨不忍睹
"No matter which way the board is placed, the principle is the same, and you still have one left hand and one right hand. "
是吗? 怎么我们都觉得我们两只都是左手
而教授很像教幼儿班握着我们的手
很有耐心地一步一步讲解
"Yes, that is correct, go on, go one the next step. "
在我不断不断地质疑自己的时候
谢谢,您们的肯定
哪怕只是一句话,一个点头,一个微笑,一个眼神
对我来说都是很大很大的鼓舞
我总是那么那么幸运啊
身边有好多一路扶持的贵人
怎么还能不用功呢?
外科部本来就是出了名的早上班
早上六点半老天我已经坐在车上出了门
为什么非得那么早
但医生哥哥告诉我实习医生得在早上五点就开工
于是我没了埋怨的资格
这世界上总会有比你惨很多的人
提醒你身在福中不知福的娇纵
七早八早开始的一天却没有早结束的福利
每一天还是得念书念到几百点
也许就把一天拖得好长好长
让这个星期过得好慢好慢
好不容易到了星期五
回到家人身边真好
即使不是从小住到大像城堡的家,如秋的雨城
不过每个星期能离开念书的城市
已是一种难得的解脱
晚餐是小猫份量的白饭, 用热水烫过的brocolli(Brocolli中文叫什么?)和水豆腐
这样的清清淡淡吃得好开心
现在躺在床上敷面膜
像个豪门好命的少奶奶
什么都不想
一个星期以来乱七八糟的思绪
让它慢慢沉淀
其他一切都能等一等
星期五晚上,我需要安静独处的空间
生活本来就是这样
累了就歇会儿
休息够了重新冲刺
也许这是生活吸引人之处
我知道我的生活看来很简单很快乐
像是除了读书之外没什么烦恼了
每一个人都是表面风光
谁没有从来不谈不为人知的隐虑呢?
但我还是认为我是很简单很快乐的
像今天教授一个赞赏的眼光就让我很快乐
我坚信没有解决不了的事
今天解决不了
明天太阳升起的时候就会好了
再不然后天,我可以从后天晚上下场雨后放晴的晨曦重新开始
总有一天事情会变好的
I took the wrong turning on my way home after dropping Michelle off her home. Twice.
It happens to me all the time. These are supposed to be the familiar roads that I am travelling at least on weekly basis. However as I approach the junction, I always find myself unsure, which junction take? Which direction to turn? Day time will not be much a problem but when it is dark and the lights on the road are scarce, my confidence dims, too. Even in Seremban if I have not been driving on a route for a few weeks or even a several days, I am not so sure on which way should I go when I am at the junctions. I am totally fine as a passanger if I pay enough attention but when I am behind the wheels, I totally lose confidence.
But I am much better when I am in my hometown. I guess it will have to take me about 2 decades to be familiar enough with the place to be a normal driver with normal sense of direction.
Or is it the problem of confidence?
Taking the wrong way on a familiar road is like losing marks on an exam question which you have practised for a thousand times and are supposed to get a perfect score on it. It is frustrating.
I suppose I am just being me all over again, hating myself for not being good enough, for not living up to the expectations of the others, and myself. I want to be good in everything, I know that doesn't happen, but I am still trying hard to be good in almost everything. When I don't, I lose confidence, and I hate myself.
I have always wanted, and have always been working on, to be perfect. Or close to perfection.
And I am scared. I can feel the muscles of my hands tense up holding on the steering wheel when I realised I should have turned the other way instead of the one I took. Oh yes I am still on the familiar roads but it scares me, a lot, at night, when it is dark.
All this while I am putting in all effort to be independent and tough like a big girl in this big, big world. I thought I am. I have always thought that I am strong and brave, an adult, capable of taking good care of myself.
But tonight, like all the nights when I went the wrong way, or worse, lost my way, whether or not it was a familiar area, I am the little girl again, nervous and scared, even though I am still as calm as a summer sea on the outside. At times I wonder do I grow up to be a lady I am supposed to be, or I am stuck as the little girl who is scared of anything and everything, and the only thing she has learnt throughout all these years was to conceal it well.
I wish papa is always here to get me through like he did each and every time I am scared when I was young, and mummy, too, but even a princess has to grow up and find her place and grace on her own.
She knows. She knows it well. But when it is all dark she hopes she does not have to take the journey alone.