Saturday, April 2, 2016

to face your fears head on

From left to right: Me, Anith, May, Kits, and Hannah

It's Saturday afternoon. The clouds are being pretty kind today and so is the wind. My semi-transparent curtain with green drapes swaying silently. I am enjoying the fig tea Umi brought from Egypt. Tobby is lazing around, nibbling my finger toes now and then. Weezer's Island in the Sun playing on my Youtube page.

So relaxed. 

Had just enough dosage of the Subang girls yesterday, but we all missed Mel. A few hours of hanging out at Alexis Bistro at Gardens, got my pavlova and chocolate cravings satisfied and protein fulfillment by the means of roasted tarragon chicken. 

I think all of us had passed that age of we-gotta-see-each-other-every-freaking-week-to-still-consider-ourselves-friends. Speaking of which, I miss my JB girlfriend, Fiza, so bad. Made a promise to myself to see her this month. Hello, April. We have tons of wedding invitations and plans to fulfill during the next 30 days, alright.

My progress

I have slowly made progress in a few things during these past six months. For a start, I've been eating healthily for nine months now. My daily diet involves a lot of vegetables (makan sayur macam kambing dah), fruits (which I still hate except for durian till today, but I guess I learned to accept watermelon and water apple), roasted/grilled chicken/fish; but I have a sweet tooth, so I'd reward myself with one or two pieces of butter cookies or a decent slice of cake or brownies at the end of every single day.

I have also started doing surgical removal of impacted wisdom teeth on my own now, thanks to my seniors, who pushed and guided me at it, although they'd say things like, "Okay, Z, kau kena buat yang ni (you have to do this on your own), okay? No excuse, no running away", while chuckling as they scooted off. Of course I enjoy watching others do it, hoping I would be able to do the same safely, but I was always scared before. What if I overshoot my handpiece? Surgical blade? Cut vessels or nerves? Nonetheless, I also knew that I had to overcome my worries and fears if I'd really want to be a surgeon. Time doesn't wait for us. The sooner I face them head-on, the more and the faster I get to learn. So I did. Before falling asleep, I'd imagine doing those procedures down to their minute details so that the next day, I have a crystal clear picture of procedures I would execute. Besides, now that no man is pulling me back from chasing after my dreams, I should utilise my time optimally.

Still, after working hard for five days in a row, I'd spend my weekends lazing around. Go for a full-body massage. Give my brains, limbs, neck, and shoulders a break. At the end of each working day, I'd push everything else aside to allow myself to sleep for at least six hours. Personally, I do not believe in 'the best never rest'. After all, a good quality sleep is required for proper memory storage process and focus on the next day. It grants you a good grip on emotional control as well. I, for a start, hate facing a forever-PMS person, so let's start with myself. Senyum itu sedekah (Smile. It's a charity), kan? Still, when I am on-call, it's a different story, but hey, it's not like everyday is an on-call-day, right?

Cheers to facing our fears head-on!

1 comment:

deeps said...

Sounds like a sweet and memorable get-together...