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Sunday, June 01, 2008
h/c

hello.

work was fine yest. partner with fadil. haha. just that everytime when i took case, confirm there's more than 1 discipline. iritating! anyway, yest was funny. a pt came back from US, and i dont dare to gv him his meal cos the drs havent rv and he's not a gm discipline. so i went down to send my dil pt at endo with the ho, and some future mangkuks. stupid future mangkuks, got no time to mingle ard with the ho. hahaha.

so when i came back, its alredy 11. and the ge dr alredy rv my nbm pt. and he's allowed to take his diet. so i thought of giving him milo and biscuit since lunch is nearing. the pt actually told me that milk is okay. but the thought of making milk, and thn must sift, is a bit troublesome. so i told him that milo is nicer than milk. hahah. anyway, the headboard didnt put him as dm diet. so happily i made milo then prepare for my h/c. the nbm pt was the 1st one that i took. his h/c range was btw 5-7. but whn i prick, its 20.3 okay! i panicked. then i checked his diet, its actually dm diet. hahah.

then aft work, got ward meeting. double irritating. haha. okaylah nothing to blog abt. only meeting my darlings this tues. :)

bye.
ps: 25 more days to pay day. :(


12:15 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!