Note to self

1. A is to be the MC

2. Have all the bridal party play cardboard cutout instruments while we sing our first song (instead of doing our first dance because E and I cannot dance to save our lives).

(these were two important points that E and I hashed out during our three hour dinner at Sidart - which by the way, was delicious).

#eightmonths

I don't understand how normal women go through this once a month. Because after eight long months, I finally have my period. 

And boy, does it suck.

I've forgotten what it feels like to be bloated and have aching breasts because of fluid retention. And the cramps! dfhjdfhjdfgjhdfg grosssssss. 

Thankfully, this should be over by Saturday when we're at S and R's wedding. And I won't have it while I'm with E's parents. So in the light of all this, I suppose this is all good news. Except now, my mother will actually force feed me because I only just told her yesterday that I've put weight on and so now, she will actually make sure that I do not dive below my current weight because she is already obsessed with my weight and will only see this as a sign that my weight loss was the main factor in my amenorrhoea. Which sucks because I currently feel like a fat whale. 

#endofanera

It was my last day at work today - and potentially the last day I work as a pharmacist. It's such an odd feeling - I've been looking forward to this day for well, ten weeks now. Not because I hate my workplace - no, far from that. I leapt into work straight away after exams and I'm just looking forward to a proper break.

Anyway, it was a good day to finish on - busy enough to be occupied, but not frantic. And no annoying scripts to figure out or call doctors up about. I got to say goodbye to a few special people who came in, but this - this tops the cake:

During my intern year, I had to do this massive assignment where I had to go and interview a patient about their regular medicines and see if there was any issues and what improvements I could suggest with regards to their current regimen. I saw this lady and spent three hours at her place chatting away to her (this was when I was still fairly frightened of patients and before I learnt how to politely extract myself). So, since then I hadn't seen her and that was that. But today of all days, she comes in with a query about an injury she sustained and out of the three pharmacists that could've gone out to see her, the shop girl came and asked me. Of course, the lady didn't recognise me when I went out because it was nearly three years ago that I talked to her, but honestly, it was such a strange moment. It was like God was like, "Oh hey - this is the proper way to close this particular chapter in your life".

It could not have been a more apt ending.