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July 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

 

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Now is a good time to write, because a cold front is approaching. As we speak (in my head), I’m currently residing slightly under down under – Tasmania, and it is a degree below zero. No snow yet or ever, because Launceston’s geographical location apparently isn’t meant for snow to take place. But I have 3 years to turn that fate around.

Let’s be brutally honest here, I’m still trying to settle in this place. Sometimes I go to bed and fall sleep thinking that it’s just a dream but when I wake in the morning after, the dream is still living. It’s usually not the case, but here lies one doings.

  • I’ve been trying to write a quote every so often to be inspired and to remember why I’m doing what I’m doing. Quote of the the day remembering Ash: “No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.” – Aristotle
  • I’m collecting every coffee cup I drank from because I hear Australia does its coffee right and each cup is different because there are so many coffee joints out here. As of now, I have 4: 1st being my virgin australian Cafe latte at Melbourne domestic flight terminal at a pit stop called Venezuela. The cup now holds my bar soap. 2nd; handmade by one of the first few friends I made here in Launceston- Kal, and they even offered me dinner as it was my first night in utas. A scoop of Robert Timms, a tablespoon of cane sugar, freshly boiled water and an accident amount of fresh milk. I am aiming towards making coffee that taste just like that but it’s gonna take a while.  3rd was a chai latte I had at the Saturday morning harvest market, where the batista called out “Chai for Leah” as she filled my cup with creamy white decadence from her blue metal tin milk jug. And 4th but not the least,  it was a chai turned latte situation in a unicorn pink cup with dash of colours, purchased hand in hand with my first jam donut at the Salamanca market down in Hobart. Not the best coffee but it still held a memory.
  • Another frequent doings of the short winter days here is running. Yes running! I’d never thought I would run so soon, let alone start running in winter. But I’ve just began to embrace every opportunity at hand, to say yes to most and no to none. This wouldn’t have been possible without my hall mates and their daily running session, as Shaun is helping the girls to get in shape and I think that’s nice. Oh guess what, I just conquered Mowbray Hill and it was pain and gain all at once. The best thing about running at 16 30 is that you chase the sun sets. Just before the sun truly sets, when it gets really low, you get this landscape gradient of evening space blue and Organgina orange , and laid on this artscape is the silhouette of christmassy trees and grasslands lining the Tamar River running up north.

Each and everyone here has their own welcoming personality and basically it just all feels like a warm embrace on a cold winter day. On the academic side, it’s been a huge smack in the face by karma as I have to do A math again but Economics seems pretty interesting, albeit only having had the second lesson, but mostly it’s Drs Elkana and his style of teaching that keeping me awake. I’ve made a what seemed to be a irrational decision to change my Major to Fisheries Management after much senseless thought, but I must say I’m pretty excited for what’s to come.

All I seek for is a feeling of clarity in this unknown, because I’m afraid to lose myself in a place where no one knows.

 

Lia

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In May,

July 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

I just notified current vet clinic that May would be my last month of working with them, despite my unacceptable irregular schedule of only working one day per week, she still thanked me for being with them. I started out with them initially during my poly days in year 2, as part of a compulsory attachment programme for clinical exposure.

Julian; the unconventional manager that with a love for black and techy stuff. My comeback to clinic was made possible only through Him as well.  The way he laughs at nonsensical jokes and trending videos, I remember.

Jia En; the senior vet nurse that seemed to ruled the clinic when I first got there. She was nothing short of brutal honesty, in a good yet fearful way. I was constantly on the edge during my attachment, cautious not to pull any wrong strings that would require confrontation with her. Sometimes the way she questions me about clinical knowledge makes me question life, . Or maybe I’m just undoubtedly timid. But over time. In a sense that, she treats animals with unquestionable love and care. And she knows it, she doesn’t try to hide it, she’s not ashamed of it.

Ronald—Ron for short; the oldest and one of the senior vet nurses too. He has experienced much in the industry to know about almost every vet and clinic and drug supplier out there. He’s friendly to most I’ve met, and has a strong fetish for online shopping, and bidding for consumer misery. Oh and he can review about almost any film of any genre, except maybe Theory of Everything—he hasn’t found the subtitles to save him from their relentless accent. He’s a really good cook too, for I’ve had the honour of savouring his pinoy fried rice, peppery pig intestines porridge, macaroni egg stew, and countless giant glasses of fruit punches. With his hulk-like build comes with hulk-like responsibilities aka animal handling and restraining. Looked forward to the 101 ways of towel restraint that could potentially save your life from crazy feline patients, but it never came.

Colin— one of the 2 main vets, and one of a kind. His quirky smile and naturally happy go lucky aura deemed himself the nice vet, that some occasional clients would have the cheek to gain off. All was the norm until one of the OT nights came as he performed an emergency ovariaohysterectomy in attempt to save a 10 year old JR whose reproductive tract turned pyometric. Despite the increased GA risk, we went ahead and I was in charge of monitoring the patient’s stats. Midway through the surgery, she sort of coded (He termed it as shock afterwards) or her pulse was undetected for awhile. I was freaking out on the inside and obviously outside too, when I frantically drew out the atropine from the E basket. With undeterred faith or what looked like adrenaline fuelled faith now,  The pus-filled tubes looked like those of deli sausages that  were about to explode any second.

Francis — let’s just say “Sometimes it is the people no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.” – Alan Turing

That was one of his unexpected revering vet moments that makes it all worth it when I reminisce.

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