Ah class. There wasn't much tomfoolery by the course convenors. It was whambamslam lectures on the first day back from summer break. And tomorrow, our very first craniotomy. I don't know what to expect. Firstly, it'll be hard stepping back into the room with its intense smells and bright lights, let alone cranking open the part of someone's body that used to house all their thoughts, longings, loves and fears. Some part of me is morbidly curious and I suppose I'll be able to fulfil that curiosity tomorrow. Once again though, I am incredibly grateful to all those people who donated their bodies to the medical school and to their family members.
Anyway, it was straight into lectures and my goodness, do I hate neuroanatomy. I secretly envy everyone who did a neuroscience degree before doing medicine because right now, the brain just looks like a smoosh of coiled structures with some random conduits in the middle.
On the bright side, I've managed to switch streams into the one with my friends and without the 6pm finish on a Friday. Downside: it seems that everyone has moved into the flat upstairs and they made such a ruckus having a party. Fortunately, I am not above being that mature student who is willing to tell them to kindly shut the fuck up on a Monday night.
It only makes me miss E. (or rather, the quietness of his flat) even more. Every time I come back from a weekend away with E., I wish that perhaps I hadn't continued my education and stayed as a pharmacist. Although given that at times the job description has frustrated me, at the end of the day, if I was coming home to E., I would've been happy enough. There is nothing more satisfying than talking while hanging off the side of a bed, with our feet dangling in midair after drinking a cool cider. After six Valentines Days/anniversaries that we have been together for, this was only the second one that we have managed to spend together. Chowing down kebabs on Friday from a Chinese barbecue place was oddly satisfying, but obviously an anniversary wouldn't be complete without a fine dining experience. Ten courses over three and a half hours was an exercise in self control (in trying not to guzzle your small portions in one bite) as you would try to make sure that you and your partner would finish each course at the same pace. It certainly was a weekend of eating, with us finally venturing to the Sunday market. Usually, we go to the Saturday market, but for some reason, we have always eschewed the Sunday one. It was quite fun actually this weekend doing things without much planning and fortunately, we lucked out in that we were able to get many things done, such finally visiting the elusive cafe and punting down the city's iconic river. The Sunday market was delicious and different from the Saturday one, and I may even go as far to say that I may happily give up salmon pies for whitebait fritters and potato pancakes. Even more satisfying was seeing E.W. catch sight of E., walk over and stand beside him for about a minute, then giving up when E. did not acknowledge her presence. Personally, I would've been nice had she decided to initiate conversation, but hey, whatevs.
E. transforms me into one of those fat contented cats that purr beside the fireplace. I honestly can say that as each year passes by, he only gets better at making me feel that way. I only hope that I too, am doing that as well as he is.
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