My housemates said I look miserable. I do not dispute that, but it's not too bad inside. . . I will be happy I will be happy I will be happy I will be happy coming in for work tomorrow. . . So the purple finger nails will have to go by morning, and the beautiful heels (padre begs to differ, naturally) temporarily shoved aside to make way for sensible working shoes. But I guess, I guess I have to be thankful that Madam OPD Preceptor is not yet chasing me for 3 weeks worth of medication reviews, that my next CPD presentation is postponed a week from the previous date (good, because I have nothing yet on that front), and that I still have 2 weeks before the start of paeds med. . . Home was great, the way it should be. I spent a lot of time at Atiyi's (a.k.a. Aunty #3) and Tuai's (Aunty #1), and grandma is always happy to see me. Bintulu really is small in the sense that I felt that I cannot go anywhere without meeting (i) Tiki, or (ii) people related to Tiki. But it's nice, the way everything is so familiar, though I find myself bringing work back home with me. It's freaky how frequent I dreamt of being in the hospital, working, and random things that I see when I sleep, like prednisolone, or atenolol formulated sausages for better compliance. Gila. . . On the bright side, I'm getting better at it, this pharmacy thing. I spent time going over my aunts' meds, trying to identify what was what and I was pleased I got 90% right. But let's face it, what else can be white and a quarter of a pill if not aspirin? The 10% was because I didn't know what moduretic looks like, but now I know. It's oval and orangey-pink. . . (Knock on the door. Oh, it's my copy of Pharmacy Practice Manual. Now begging to be read, the vile thing.) . . I like this song. It makes me wanna go twirl and twirl around. I actually did, the twirling thing, now I'm a bit dizzy.