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About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

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Work's ok I guess. I really got a fright in my life when I came this morning. In 24 hours, we managed to double the number of patients. The ward was only half filled when I left and now, it's filled to the brim!

And so we worked like dogs the whole morning, the whole place was a war zone, with medical doctors, orthopaedic doctors and don't-know-what-other-discipline doctors coming in and out, grabbing our files and traumatising everyone.

One of my patients nearly ran out of the ward. Not kidding, he literally tried to run out, though I missed that funny sight. Hahahah but that's not SO funny if he really escapes, cos yours truly would be executed with immediate effect la. They must have traumatised him so badly.

And today, I saw something that touched me a lot. I saw that man, who tried to run away, hyperventilating away but calmed down significantly after talking to his wife. I saw the deep love between them, I saw how the wife, though scared and in a don't-know-what-to-do state of mind calmed him down, just being who she is.

Everyday, in this ward, I'm seeing/hearing so many stories that make me appreciate everything I have, particularly my sanity.

Jokes aside, but if you can function without popping pills, be thankful, a lot of other people wish they have your life. It breaks my heart to see them pop the pills I give them day in, day out. But really, do we have another choice here?

A mental illness is not something you'd even wish on your worse enemies. And the biggest problem is not the illness itself but the stigma.

17.6.08 8:11 PM

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