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Monday, December 12, 2005

Saturday was really tough for me. Waking up at 1pm, I realised that the upper portion of my left ear where one of my ear studs was located had swelled up, and the stud itself was retracted under the skin. As the hole had closed while I was sleeping, I couldn't take it out. And when I tried, the pain was unbearable, causing my eyes to tear. The wound itself was bleeding and pus leaking out. I don't know how it happened as I've pierced that hole 3 months ago and the wound should have closed. Might have been that I never removed the ear stud to clean the hole, and it got infected due to that area being hard to wash with soap. I had to bear the pain until 8pm as my dad's cell phone battery died and my mom didn't bring hers out. And I was left to wonder why people buy them, yet never bother to switch them on or bring them out.

So when my parents came home, my mom brought me to Tan Tock Seng Hospital's A&E section to take the stud out. While there, I noticed that the female hospital staff, especially the young ones, were very attractive. But there's one setback. Most of them are from the Phillipines or Indonesia. Which brings me to analyse how TTSH operates. They hire Filipino or Indonesian nurses and orderlies and Indian assistants, which would mean they have to pay low wages. Then the interns are all Chinese, which is probably where the bulk of their charges go. Then the older doctors are mostly Indian, from India, judging by the accent. But then again, I might be wrong because their accent is the same all over the world. And they save so much! No wonder doctors can be so rich. Hire third world country citizens and you save a load of money. I'm lucky that when I was in the OT the doctor was a specialist and not some intern, and that the nurse was a good one. There wasn't any pain, though I did scream for the benefit of those waiting outside for their own operations. After the operation, I collected my ear stud and saw the blood from my ear. Part of it was black with infected blood and some of it was white and red - blood mixed with pus. The whole damn mass of liquid there looked like pastel paint. It was f**king gross. I went out of the OT with a swagger and a grin, left my mom to wait till they called my name to fix an apppointment for my check-up, then went for a smoke, got my appointment when I went back in, collected my medicine, and then went home.

Got a call from Ralph later, asking to go out cycling. Well, the doctor didn't say that I couldn't go. So I went. Waste of my time though... Didn't cycle much. Slacked was more like it. I seriously have to find a new group of people to cycle with.

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