This room, This view
It would truly feel like it takes me ages again before I could actually sit down and regroup. Most of the times, I could sense my own distraction. I am fine and then I am not likely myself. I am someone who is going by the flow of things, but I'm not really usually even there. It's not that I am in utter lack of mental stimulation, because the only thing mechanical about me is the lull. It is when so many things are happening all at once, I tend to go on autopilot. My brain fires up in its filtering faculties and there are switches, not even subtle anymore, too audible to be mistaken for anything summarily contemplated.
We have an upcoming annual surgical research forum next week and on the same day, I'll also be doing the international research data audit with the specialist from Ohio. Here I am once again pushing for every thing to happen in one day when clearly, once again, there are 29 other days in June. It's truly not that I do this, but circumstances seem to like handing that to me often. Is it because I truly can manage the utter pressure?
It's amusing that there had already been the comment "toxic" on me. Someone today actually placed her hand on my forehead and said it felt "above-tolerance-hot". But even with these going on, circumstances have also allowed it that I should be in keeping with crazy bunches. Hence, I laugh my heart out, sing with utter abandon, drink like a thirst of a hundred years.
"Take a bunch of care!" or interchangeably used with "Take a bunch of cake!" was something that I truly found hilarious today, when a nurse colleague bid me that before I left for the morning hospital. I actually paused and thought out loud after her, "Take a bunch of care??.. As in?? Is there not something wrong with that phrase??" And although it truly is awkward to my ears, it is also most funny sounding to my ears that I could laugh long on it. Take. a. bunch. of. care. It's sweet and it's funny and I like it.
While dithering between with and out, I saw myself looking into this space from the second landing. It was a wonderful contrast of blue; the kind that just makes me feel captive to its resplendence. It transports me to a lot of other scenes or places.. In some disjointed instance, it has carried me to pasteurs.. Moo..
Well then, I have gauged myself to be able to ride a high from life (cos we toke it, yea? :-)) for straight odd and even days, and then I would suddenly land gravely sober in the middle of a desert. Now isn't that yet, but I think I wouldn't mind the turns, afterall.
Listening to : I'm Yours - Jason Mraz (weekend treat :-))
We have an upcoming annual surgical research forum next week and on the same day, I'll also be doing the international research data audit with the specialist from Ohio. Here I am once again pushing for every thing to happen in one day when clearly, once again, there are 29 other days in June. It's truly not that I do this, but circumstances seem to like handing that to me often. Is it because I truly can manage the utter pressure?
It's amusing that there had already been the comment "toxic" on me. Someone today actually placed her hand on my forehead and said it felt "above-tolerance-hot". But even with these going on, circumstances have also allowed it that I should be in keeping with crazy bunches. Hence, I laugh my heart out, sing with utter abandon, drink like a thirst of a hundred years.
"Take a bunch of care!" or interchangeably used with "Take a bunch of cake!" was something that I truly found hilarious today, when a nurse colleague bid me that before I left for the morning hospital. I actually paused and thought out loud after her, "Take a bunch of care??.. As in?? Is there not something wrong with that phrase??" And although it truly is awkward to my ears, it is also most funny sounding to my ears that I could laugh long on it. Take. a. bunch. of. care. It's sweet and it's funny and I like it.
While dithering between with and out, I saw myself looking into this space from the second landing. It was a wonderful contrast of blue; the kind that just makes me feel captive to its resplendence. It transports me to a lot of other scenes or places.. In some disjointed instance, it has carried me to pasteurs.. Moo..
Well then, I have gauged myself to be able to ride a high from life (cos we toke it, yea? :-)) for straight odd and even days, and then I would suddenly land gravely sober in the middle of a desert. Now isn't that yet, but I think I wouldn't mind the turns, afterall.
Listening to : I'm Yours - Jason Mraz (weekend treat :-))