For Dao

I’ve got a weird sense of excitement. In my whole existence, I could recount two events that really got me jumping around with joy and shouting with excitement. No, it wasn’t getting my medical degree. It wasn’t getting my USMLE grades. It wasn’t getting into a university hospital in the US. It was finishing balloon trip of balloon fight at the age of 25 years old after a decade or so of trying, and then rescuing the princess without even dying , supermario 1 at the age of 10.

Otherwise, I’m cool. Buildings could fall a few meters away from me and I would be like, hey, coolness.

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I pulled off a twenty four hour duty at the ER the other day. Let me rant a little. The thing about being a doctor, especially in the ER, is that you can’t run away. Never. No matter how much you are scared out of your wits with the situation before you, you don’t run away. You go run towards it. I mean, me minus the doctor, I am scared all the time. Me, I get a funny feeling inside my stomach whenever I see someone about to step over the other side. It’s such a big responsibility to be the only one standing between your patient and death. Me, I want to just curl up in a bed with chips and coke and watch jack bauer kill all those terrorists.

But there’s always something about the ER that I keep coming back to. It’s like riding a roller coaster, it’s scary but the high that you get is unbelievable.
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I’m quite the chatty doctor when it comes to patients that is why I really am not in the mood for any kind of talk whenever I get off duty. It’s one of my problems. Sometimes I get impatient when people outside the hospital complain about their lives and are eternally pessimistic.

I can’t do this. I can’t make it. If only I had your guts. I could probably. But I couldn’t..

And then I’d remember the patient who just wants to live another day. And the person in room XOXO who is grateful to live just ten more minutes just to wait for her loved ones to be by her side before she dies. Those dying patients, they know how to live. Those people who complain, they are already dead and they don’t even know it.

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So about that moccha frap - i'm not thinking about it that much
i learned to love caramel macchiato and ice blended espresso among the other drinks.

I've always liked the espresso but i never really tried it because well, true to lei's way of thinking, let dao ming have it as he is the one crazy about it. yeah yeah. Dao still loves it even though he is now at coffee bean and tea leaf. Well since Dao left the drink behind, the barista called and gave me the espresso.

It tastes really really good - enough bitterness and sweetness. Espresso seem to bear my name too. Save that i can't really continue drinking it because it doesn't feel right.