|The Beach. Duh!|
Monday, June 11, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Here are some from our trip to Ooty in the dead of winter. Best. Honeymoon. Ever. I looked like a homeless person, bundled up from head to foot, wearing ALL the clothes I had with me at the time, and STILL shivering like I had malaria.
View from some dam.
This is where we stayed. Point to note, bring your own radiators if you do not wish to wake up as a block of ice.
Nice and toasty in the car, with the heater going at full blast.
Basking in the sun at noon.
Wait a minute. I can hear some of you complaining that there are no pictures of us. Here you go!
Take particular notice of the bony black horse on the left. I have no idea whether it ever lifted its head long enough to stop eating. Just like me, says The Husband. The horse and I have similar metabolism, I guess. Eat your hearts out in envy.
That's all for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. As a parting gift, here's a picture of Us. No, really.
The Husband is on the left, in a stripey tee. I am the nondescript tramp on the right.
Monday, July 18, 2011
I sort of destroyed his laptop, (unintentionally, of course) and he was really nice about it and did not even yell at me. He did refuse to speak to me, but since neither of us can shut up for a minute to save our lives, the silence lasted all of five minutes. But, we have not got around to getting it fixed it yet, so, sorry folks, no pictures.
Someday soon, I hope to be able to write something that is more than a placeholder post. Until then, ciao.
Pancreas, over and out.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
And there are exams. And more exams. Because if a medical graduate wants to specialise (and I do), you need to qualify in at least one of the few million entrance tests for post graduate courses. Not that I expect to clear them this year or anything, but people keep looking disappointed when I am not buried beneath a textbook. Seriously, any kid who says he/she wants to become a doctor should have their heads examined.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
This isn't a real blog post, it's just a quick message to all those loyal souls who still visit this here blog hoping for a new post (who could possibly be that sad?). I have finished my stint in Surgery (HALLELUJAH!) and will soon finish off Orthopaedics, and it's going to be (comparatively) less hectic SPM days. The only reason I found the time and energy to type up even this bit in the middle of Ortho is because I'm down with an infection and a sprained foot and am taking a break. That means extension, but I'm past caring.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thus goes the life of a hapless intern, who, as the saying goes, is overworked and underpaid. Not for long, maybe. A huge maybe.
It kills me that slaving for perfect strangers who don't know me from Adam leaves me with absolutely no energy to lift a finger to help my mom, who thinks me her entire world. It makes me feel incredibly guilty. So guilty that I can't even imagine 'borrowing' the lovely sari I bought her.
Sometimes, I wonder about what it was like to be normal. I can't remember.