Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Stethoscope.
My 6th day of my blogging life.
I see its quite 'happening'. But sigh... beggars cant be choosers. The summative draws ever closer, hounding me like wolves. Must study, must study...this litany is useless. Grr...
Ok, you guys know what is the stethoschope right. Oh, don't think that I suddenly have the urge to start lecturing medical stuff, but this came up in CG today. We were talking about famous christian doctors and suddenly this name came up: Rene Theophile Hyacinthe Laennec. Tell me if any of you knew who was that. We - the whole CG - didnot. Grace started by saying that he was famous for cirrhosis, false membrane and tuberculosis. He died of TB (which led me to believe that if you are a cardiologist, you'll die of cardiac problems, and if you happen to be a gyneacologist, you'll die of STD. But that is beside the point.
About him discovering the stethoscope. Last time, doctors perform immediate asculation, ie put ear on chest. So this Rene guy is young doctor and his patient is a huge chested young girl. So one thing led to another. He don wan to put ear on chest. Mah he roll a stack of papers and put the papers on the girl's chest. So that was the first stethoscope.
Whew... the things we learn in CG.
And we prayed for Grace's wedding which is this Sunday. You don't believe me? Ask the CG members, they'll tell you. I pray for the wedding myself. Hope that everything goes fine with her wedding. Pray that God will bless this holy matrimony and both husband and wife will be happy ever after.
Have you guys went to KenRhee's blog, the one with poems? I have the link here, go read the one he wrote using SHEENA as the first letters of every line. And I did the same right here:
She walks with beauty in the night,
Holding her head up in silvery delight.
Every step she takes, she nears to me,
Enchantress, epitome of sensuality.
Naked, she breathes upon my upturned face,
And behold, I hold a Goddess in my embrace.
Hey, I'm pretty good. Except I have the wrong sexual orientation here. Just imagine a guy writing tis.
You guys should also check out Siaw's site. If you possibly can get it from him. Can't post the link here tho. Gave him my promise. The fella's poetic streak is...GOD...damn blardy good.
Oh, got to go soon. Study time.
So here I leave you with another quote:
Things remembered when one is asleep...Things forgotten when one is awake...
Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's
dreams... Which are reality? Which are illusions? One cannot tell until one
awakes... Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both Truth and fiction...
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