Exhausted

The adjective means very tired.

3 weeks in an Orthopaedics ward, 1 in the Operating Theatre and 1 in the Emergency Department; did I just completed these consecutive postings in the wink of an eye? Not to forget the few breaks in between postings which I appreciate. All these seemed to happen so quickly that I felt a bit breathless myself after leaving the ED. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed most of my clinical hours.

Running here and there, it takes up energy. Energy that youths sometimes take for granted. I never knew I would start burning out so easily, only today did I realise just how tired I had become over the past two months.

In church this morning, all I wanted was to soak in the atmosphere of music and singing, at the back of the sound mixer, doing what I love to do; I wished the singing never stopped. On the way to Singapore this evening, ironically, I wished that the journey would not end because I was in the middle of a much needed nap. Again I say, only today did I realise just how tired I had become over the past two months.

Strength to carry on come to me. Cheers to 3 weeks in a Gerontology unit.

Vivid dreams again

This time I was the emperor's father(not sure how that works) and my own son wanted to marry a princess from a nation at war with ours. After a long English conversation in ancient China although I cannot recall the contents of our argument, the emperor forsakes the country in the name of true love. Such a move left me no choice but to assume the throne during a time of war despite my old age. The civilians were suffering and there was no rain on the farms. Before waking up from all these I remember a poison dart being shot through a window and I got up in pounding heart beats.

Yesterday was the final day of yet another clinical posting. I spent the week in the Operating Theatre. Anyway it was a long day, entering the door to my place where a good friend bunked last night, I looked around and felt awkward for not cleaning up before he came. Better late than never, I picked up the broomstick and mop stick and began doing something about the mess in the house!

I remember NOT turning on the computer. Used my iPod while watching some news on TV and I went to bed by 8PM.

Then I woke up at 2 in the morning from the dream I just described! Glad that I was not really assassinated, I made some tea and watched some TV before going back to bed.

Then I woke up again at 9 this morning. Still able to recollect the happenings in my dream.

Vivid dreams

My legs began feeling heavier and heavier and walking became a pain, I then realised my leg hairs have grown so long I could barely see my own feet! I happened to be wearing my nursing student's uniform which held a pair of scissors in my right pocket, so I started trimming the hair. Those leg hairs kept on growing each time I cut them!
And then I woke up in cold sweat.

This was my morning, I hope yours was better! Haha...
I have been having rather vivid dreams of late. Yesterday I found myself standing before a good friend named Elween who was about to give me the death sentence in a court room; for what crime I cannot remember. Is this healthy? Waking up feeling scared time and again. I worked the afternoon shift yesterday, same for today, so it is not that bad as I have time to make tea and do some reading with soft music playing in the background. What happened during the previous three days where I was on the morning shifts, I cannot remember already. Haha!

Not all the dreams were nightmares. There were times I dreaded getting up because dreamland was simply beautiful.

The doctor said too many vivid dreams may indicated non-quality sleep. Hmmmm....