day 1 of attachment

cant stand the ugly clinical pants...~! it's so bloody short tat my socks can play peek-a-boo beneath. Argh~ and it's such a hassle to bring along a change of clothes......... The top was fine as long as i dun need to put on the ancient ones... looks like it's time to get a new pair of black shoes... i'm aiming for the addidas ones...

"the man up there" must be looking after me... Blessed with a wonderful supervisor... well as compared to the rest, i suppose i'm the luckiest. But who knows, they may in turn gain more from their clinicals...

Hovering around, not knowing what to do is what happens when my sup is BZ.... shall find something else to do... felt like an idiot sitting beside the client....

me: " Eh. Uncle... still got 10 more mins hor.... Dun eat snake ah....Later **** comes back n see u like this we both kena ah....."
Client : *nods nods....n continue to paddle...... soon his eye lids start to droop...
me: " Oi~! Uncle~! paddle~!
Client: "Never mind lah tell ***** i'm meditating lor....."
me: *rolls eyes n walk away time to pester another client

stupid me... taking initiative only creates more work for me. Ask for relavant stuffs to read up on.... and what i've end up with~!?!?!
1) FIM
2) Haemorrage stroke
3) Crainotomy
4) Ranchos
....... others i couldn't remember ..... What have i done~!?~!? Stupid me~!...............

at times i wonder am i suited to enter this profession? sigh~! neck aching..... my eyes can no longer last for another min... time to rest my soul and body.....