Rekishi

It took me around two months to actually get my uni's Wifi for Avicenna. How pathetic is that? Not that I'm complaining or anything - it's just that my time has been too occupied (being at the hospital is one thing, in slumberland is another...) so I don't have much time to go to the IT Dept to get it to work. The least I was able to do was to submit the registration form after Dr. Jamal showed me Avicenna's MAC address.
Determination can really push one to the extremes. So today, at 4.40pm, 'Izzah and I left the hospital, I sped Miyavi on the road (Don't do it, folks, especially if you're in Kuantan...'coz the selected drivers here could cost you your life or at least your car), then I ran up to my room to grab Avicenna, then it was back speeding to ITD. By then it was past 5 (i.e. past office hours), but they attended to us. Bravo, bravo! So the first man - I know not the name, alas! - tried very hard to get the Wifi running, had some problems with the configuration and authentication, so after several valiant tries, he called his pal - superior? - to do it instead.
...To make a long story short, he succeeded. Kudos! And now Avicenna's ready to surf~!
As gratitude, here's a link to his blog. Very informative, amusing - from the sarcasm, or the play of words - especially to those newbies who want to know how he thinks of laptops and stuff.
...If I ever get around to, I'll put a blogroll or something. Later, like when I have time to re-arrange my hectic life.

But that's not the main reason for blogging. While waiting for them to work on Avicenna, I could not help but to think of how similar his line of duty is to a doctor's.

Basically they work on computers while doctors work on human beings. Of course, computers dying is nowhere near as traumatic or tragic as a human dying but still...

You go to a computer whiz with expectations that he'll get your computer to work. Your computer hasn't been doing what it's supposed to do, and you don't know why. You don't even know the technical terms and how things actually work. You don't even know if you should start blaming yourself if you've had a fair share in causing your computer's ailment.

Likewise, you go to a doctor when you don't feel well. At the end of the visit, you expect that the doctor will tell you what is actually wrong - accurately - and that the doctor will actually do something to solve your current problem. Perhaps, if you're the conscientious type, you'd start regretting for not taking up a healthier lifestyle, cursing all the fast food outlets, lamenting about the oh-so-hot weather which generally doesn't permit you the suitable milieu to exercise outdoors.

Then the experts start asking you for the relevant history. Like, what you were doing when the problem starts manifesting itself. So you talk, unaware if the answers that they are looking for is hidden somewhere in your answer. You assume that the more you talk, the more the doctor will be able to make a head or tail of your current problem. That's History of Present Illness.

Except in my experience with the ITD guys, they didn't ask any questions. They jumped right to Avicenna, asking for my username, password and what I actually did when I idiotically attempted to set the Wifi myself.
But it was only when I let it slip that I submitted two registration forms that they knew what was wrong, and why the authentication has been failing.
So he deleted one registration in the database and all was well.
Moral of the story: If you think a certain detail is too trifling that it could not possibly be the source of your problems, think again.
But based on my experience with the patients in the hospital, that is not necessarily true. If the patients start listing all their problems from A-Z, we students are going to have a merry ride in trying to reach the correct diagnosis.

...This thought came when I recalled that I did think of becoming an IT person once upon a time.

Let's hope that I won't be misusing this luxury any time soon...

Won't Be Long

Title is a reference to a song by Exile featuring Koda Kumi. Not that it actually matters. It's the title 'coz this entry will be pretty short - though not sweet.

Mood is volatile. Yesterday I was pretty much walking on air, today I felt heavy.

I'm getting motion sickness from life's ups and downs.

One thing that I can conclude from clinical years is that I've no choice but to do things last minute. I've no other choice - I'm stuck at the hospital and ward from morning, running around trying to clerk patients and hopefully being able to do P.E. as well as some procedures, and when I come back to my room fatigue kicks in, and then at night my brain is working against me in that it refuses to perform it's duties.

Tomorrow there'll be a workshop - in which my pride and good name might no longer be what they used to be - and then on Tuesday there'll be Short Case and Seminar.

God, I hate doing things without proper order, and that's coming from someone who claims that entropy and impulse are her way of life.

Geez.

I do wish for more time so that I'll be able to do do more research.

...Or maybe I should just stop doing things like blogging or facebooking in the time being to focus on what's really important.

Unless I get too stressed out and need a temporary escape. Yup.

...Right.

To be continued some time later. Most probably with a darker mood to it.

Current Music: Kimi Dake ga Kizuite Hoshii - doa
(which is actually playing on Avicenna - I'm typing this using Shahnaz's laptop since hers is the only one with proper Wifi connection set-up. Confound those IT people!)

A Hint of Guilt

I'm home when I'm not really supposed to be, considering the huge pile of work which I suppose I should be doing are still in the to-do list rather than in the completed list.
I should be doing something that should be pushing me nearer to my goals - like, y'know, studying or poking myself with a syringe (in a feeble attempt at venepuncture, nothing else) - but I'm still doing what I do best, i.e. procrastinating.
I shopped instead of saving money.
Pleading guilty, Your Honour.

Anyway. My imagination's running a bit rampant.
There's something so wicked in deriving pleasure by criticising the current shows we have on TV nowadays. Lacking in depth, the questionable existence of a plot, the superficial actors & actresses, the oh-so unnecessary lavish make-ups and the current vogue they call "fashion" and "the in thing"...
I insist that we have, as a majority, bad and hopeless actors and actresses. Every single actress I saw on TV lately, I automatically deemed as "cheap", "pretty face and nothing else", "an utter disgrace to the entire XX species" and "...Yuck."
And the guys...Well, the "pretty" ones get "pretty face and nothing else", others get a simple "...Ugh". And the rest? They all look like stalkers to me.

What's the purpose of this entry? None, I suppose.
...Maybe it's just my way of celebrating my short break before a long clinical posting ahead.