June 2011
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Knowing and not knowing
Day 1 on the bone marrow transplant: almost cried twice. My registrar before this one warned me that it would be sad, that he couldn’t do the job. I didn’t believe him because I didn’t know enough about bone marrow transplant, and because I’m young and optimistic.
To be fair, most patients recover, and can even be transplanted mostly as outpatients. When people are sick...
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She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that...
– from ‘Airplane’ — Haruki Murakami (via blacklies)
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I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea’s...
– from ‘Dreaming In Cuba’ — Cristina Garcia (via thoughtsdetained)
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Interview weeks
It took my little car all it had to get through the gale force wind and rain lashing at it mid-afternoon. I don’t know how the sky got from overcast to angry grey but the world changed, trying to erase all definable lines. It was hard to say where the road lanes were, where one street began and another ended. I kept hurtling forward, hoping I was in the right place, hoping I was heading the...
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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly...
– C.S. Lewis (via mscrankypants)
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Badaduuuum
Job applications to Victorian hospitals are all in. Now it’s time to sit around and wait for interview offers.
I’m so nervous!
I keep thinking once this is over I’m going to go and make up for all the friendships I’ve neglected stressing over this.
P.S. Good luck for your exam Been! <3
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The glamorous life
Surgical Registrar (scrubbed): *randomly starts laughing suddenly*
Melissa: What are you laughing about?
Surgical Registrar: Nothing. Just at how you're about to reach a new low in your life.
Melissa: What?! Why??
Surgical Registrar: I need you to tie my shoe lace. *looks down at untied shoe*
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Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
– from ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’ — Audrey Niffenegger (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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Early winter walks
The thing about living in a city that people like to visit is that inevitably, everyone who was ever anyone in your life drops by at some point. Neither the chilly wind of the Tasman gliding over the port in winter nor the melting heat in summer seems to stop them. There’s always a reason to be in Melbourne, if you want there to be.
Example: R.G., the primary school classmate from back in...