Time Machine, Please

I watched “Before You Go”, a romantic film from 2014 which I watched just because there was Chris Evans (sorry, I’m in fangirling phase). The film turned out good; it’s not something I usually watch, though.

In that film there was a scene where Nick (Chris Evans) and Brooke (Alice Eve) pretended they call their past self and gave advice. Recently I want to do that. 
I used to think that everything happened for a reason so the idea of time machine (or time turner, or time stone, depends on your fandom) to solve problem retrospectively wasn’t interesting to me. That changes now, when I’m tired of studying medicine. I’m curious about the possibility of what will happen if I didn’t enter medical school in the first place. Will things be better or not? Or what if I did this or that differently? What kind of experience will I get instead?
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t plan on giving up. I’m just tired.

This Ride is a Wild One

I like the song “Missing You” by All Time Low. It’s about mental health. The lyrics address some issues relating to it.

The first words are, “I heard that you’ve been self-medicating in the quiet of your room, your sweet suburban tomb.” This is the first time I find a song that talks about self medication. Attention everyone, this is important: psychotherapy is not a joke. The medicine for patients with psychiatry condition is not like paracetamol that you can just buy without prescription and you’ll be okay. If you want psychiatric medication, see a psychiatrist.

I like the lines,

“You’ve come this far,

you’re all cleaned up,

you made a mess again,

there’s no more trying,

time to sort yourself out…”

Those lines talk about recovery and relapse. For those who experience this, I believe you can go through this, even when it seems impossible.

I’m also impressed with the line, “Hold on tight, this ride is a wild one.” That line describes the journey with mental health: it’s not always easy, it’s wild, but as always, we can pass it.

And come the lines with strange power,

Grit your teeth, and pull your hair,

paint the walls black, and scream, ‘Fuck the world,

’cause it’s my life, I’m gonna take it back,’

and never for a second blame yourself.”

I really like the part, “…. it’s my life, I’m gonna take it back,” because damn, it reminds me that no matter the circumstance, I have the power to take my life back and have control over it.

There are still some parts of the lyrics that I haven’t mentioned in this post. Another post, maybe?

I guess someday if I have to explain about mental health, I would also recommend this song because why not, this song is well written and it talks about important issue.

I’m Exhausted

Being a co-assistant in hospital is exhausting and when I’m exhausted, I lose motivation to do things. I can’t even bring myself to review material. It’s also difficult for me to stay awake during lecture (yes, we still have lecture in hospital). I envy my friend who can stay awake during lecture and understand the material. They even have enough energy to discuss it with the residents. Seriously, those friends have no idea how lucky they are.

I’m trying though.

Ugly Moment in Hospital: Death

I like fiction and fanfiction. I have a thing for fiction that takes place in hospital. I don’t know why. Perhaps because I’m a medical student so I like hospital setting. However, it changed recently. I’m a co-assistant and I’ve just spent 3 weeks in department of pulmonology. Those 3 weeks changed my perspective about hospital.

In fiction, there is this moment when a character dies and because this is fiction, we read some beautiful description that messes our emotion. In reality, death is … death, and it’s not beautiful. There is no narrator saying words describing the situation. It’s an ugly process which, in department of pulmonology, starts with worsened shortness of breath. Then the breathing stops, the heartbeat stops. Dead.

Another thing: last word. Often in fiction, the character says a word or two before death. I have never seen that. The person is too busy to try to breath. No last word before death.

No attractive face, either, I tell you. In fiction, you can imagine your favourite character as you want but many real people look miserable when they’re dying. 

So here is some “moral of the story” that I can give (which usually I don’t): while you’re still alive, attractive and breathing easily, speak. Do not wait until the last moment of your life to say things you’re supposed to say. However, also remember, choose your word carefully. Ah, it’s difficult, isn’t it? On one side, we don’t want to regret that we don’t say the thing, on the other side we will regret if we say it the wrong way. Oh wait, that’s a topic for another post.

And here I am, comparing death in fiction and reality while looking for good fanfiction to read before going to bed. Duh.

Lawful Wife and Mistress: Talking about Medical Study

Recently, I just found out that Anton Chekhov, the Russian author, was also a doctor. One of his famous quote regarding this was, “Medicine is my lawful wife, literature my mistress: when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.”

My friends and I laughed at that because never have we ever found medicine-related quote like that before. Now is the thing: every medical student that I have been close to has this kind of “mistress”, this thing that we spend our time with when we’re tired of our “lawful wife” in the form of medical study. One friend’s “mistress” is drawing, another one’s is cosplay, someone else has literature as mistress.

However, there is a problem when you’re constantly tired of your “lawful wife”. That’s what happens to me. Medical study is often demanding so I spend a lot of time with my “mistress(es)”: literature, fandom, and other things.

I think it’s time for me to remind myself that no matter how excited I get when I see my “mistress(es)”, it is my “lawful wife” that I made my vow to spend my life with.

My Exam Hangover

I’ve had my comprehensive exams. I had comprehensive OSCE on Thursday, June 16th and comprehensive CBT on Tuesday, June 21st. Now I’m waiting for the result.

After exam I feel this condition I call exam hangover. I was curious to find out whether other people ever call it exam hangover so I google it. I found two proper results.

One result is from Urban Dictionary. According to Urban Dictionary, exam hangover is that period between the end post-secondary exams and the next day you can think. I also found an article, “A Remedy for Your University Exam Hangover“.

I haven’t done much during this exam hangover. I definitely don’t study medical stuff (sorry). I borrow a novel from local library but I haven’t even started reading it. I haven’t written a letter for my German penpal (please wait patiently, dear). I want to buy flowers and arrange them but I’m currently saving my money for something else.

In that article I share the link above, the writer experience 4 week exam hangover. I hope mine is shorter. Now I’m going to open the novel I borrow.

Hyperventilating Fangirl

I like Panic! At The Disco but I don’t know all of their songs. Today was the first time I heard the song “She Had the World” and I loved it. The song was beautiful and I got teary eyes from the emotion. After that, I heard the part where Ryan sang and I made hyperventilating noise.

I didn’t really have difficulty in breathing when listening to Ryan Ross. It was just kind of habit. I don’t always like his voice but when his voice is damn fine (in my opinion), I make hyperventilating noise. I haven’t found out why. I know that some psychological condition like panic attack can cause real hyperventilation but I didn’t experience panic attack. I experience Panic! At The Disco attack. Are they the same thing? I don’t think so.

Idea for next research or whatever: cause of hyperventilation among fangirl. Anyone involved in fandom and interested in pulmonology? Here I’ve given you idea.


I have short attention span.

Short attention span plus burnout equals mental torture to me, and that happens now.

Two days ago I wrote preface for my thesis. It was a standard preface and I had gotten the format from my friend. It was an easy task. However, bringing myself to type a lecturer’s name in preface was already a mental workout for me. 

I still haven’t written scientific article and I don’t know when I can start. How can I write if I can’t even think about it?

The registration for graduation ceremony started a few days ago and it will be closed on May 5th. I hope I can finish my article before May 5th.

I hope I can get over this burnout.

I Feel Done

I’ve ever mentioned in this blog that I was interested in psychiatry. I still am. However, after writing thesis with psychiatry topic, I feel done.

I once considered being a psychiatrist but after months of writing psychiatry-related thesis, I changed my mind. I have come to realisation that psychiatry is not for me. It’s interesting but I will learn it as a hobby (now I sound like Saitama from One Punch Man), otherwise I will drain my mental energy.

I haven’t figured out which medical career path that I want to choose.

The Day after My Thesis Exam

On Thursday, March 17, I had thesis exam again with my other two examiners. It went fine.

After the exam, I accompanied Miss Perfume to wait for her scientific journal editor, her counsellor. We then had a nice conversation with our senior student.

That afternoon, Miss Perfume, Elsa, and I went to karaoke. Miss Perfume chose some Indian songs and when she sang, Elsa and I commented on the videos (the videos are from movie scenes). She also chose “I Want It That Way” by Backstreet Boys and three of us had this “lovely boyband moment” (is that even real?).

Elsa sang some anime soundtracks and Japanese songs which Miss Perfume and I didn’t know so we just watched her “perform.” She really looked like she was performing on stage while singing in karaoke. Whoa, that girl.

My choice of songs include “Nine in the Afternoon” by Panic! At The Disco, “Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance, “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” by Fall Out Boy, “Love is on the Radio” by McFly, and “Di Sayidan” by Shaggy Dog.

I found out that “Nine in the Afternoon” sounded hollow without Brendon Urie’s voice. Hahaha… I just couldn’t replace his voice (of course!). The song was happy and it was one of the few songs I dared to play before my thesis exam.

Famous Last Words” was great. I felt relieved to sing, shout, and scream during that song. It was like my mental “burden” during the process of thesis making was lifted when I sang it. The song allowed me to feel angry, frustrated, and sad, but powerful at the same time. Strange, isn’t it? Plus, I had microphone to sing, so the effect was better.

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” was another memory. There was a time during the process of thesis writing when I had this big problem (I can’t talk about it, sorry) and I listened to this song over and over again to make myself feel better. It turned out that some parts of that song were a bit too fast for me to sing. I will practice!

To reduce “tension”, I sang “Love is on the Radio” by McFly. Elsa and Miss Perfume laughed at the line, “We’ll have a son and we’ll give him a sister.” That line was cute but strange when I sang it, hahaha…

I didn’t know why I chose “Di Sayidan“. The last time I had listened to it was in high school. I just thought that song was catchy and would be nice to sing and listen to with my friends.

Later that night, I was happy and content. I still had to change some part of my thesis and scientific article, though.

At this point, I’ve just realised that my three posts about thesis exam are more like song related posts. Maybe later I will write more scientific posts.