SDS Cut

Author’s note : A cut from Chapter 26. Mainly cause it’s a little too sadistic. So I’m putting it up here for free as a Christmas gift. Please support my stories at lulu.com and createspace.com. Have a merry, merry Christmas.

Blue meets the red, and Francis couldn't help but scream as Guy set to work on him. The strand of razor inches from his face. He thrashed wildly as the tip poked his nose.

And stopped.

Wildly, he eyed the gleaming red blade in front of his eyes. Then started yelling obscenities, all the while trying to inch his way out but with no success.

"Just kidding." Guy's hair turned into a large fist and crashed into him with the force of an incoming truck.

Francis opened his eyes slowly and gave a groan. Everything's a blur and he can't really make much sense of himself right now. And the back of his head hurts like hell. Oh yeah, that kid knocked him out with a single blow. Wonderful, the first time he tried to act like a hero, he ended up getting knocked out by the bad guy and was left in a place to rot.

He tilt his head slightly, trying to make sense of the surroundings. Some sort of room with rusty pipes and bulky machinery all around, with gas hissing and dials twiddling. There's the occasional drip drip drip of water leaking from the ceiling. Judging from the dust gathered on the surface, this place hasn't been used for some time. And why is his abdomen hurting? He tried to shift himself in a more comfortable position and get some feelings back into his arms when he felt something cutting into his abdomen.

What??? With horror thudding in his heart, he put his arms slowly on his midsection and felt the thin, smooth texture of a wire.

No, not wire. He run one of his fingers slowly on it, and to his surprise, it's hair. Yards and yards of thick hair holding him down. Strands of blue and red wound around him and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free, despite it's thinness.

Oh, great. I'm tied... He gave an inward groan, slumping back against the large pipe that he was tied against. Not just tied by rope, but by hair. How embarrassing. It'll ruin my street cred for sure if anyone ever find out.

Footsteps sounded against the ground. Forcing the bubble of panic away and trying to keep his face cool, he forced himself to look up as two people entered the room. Oh no no no no. This is bad. Really, bad.

Guy's hair lengthened and morphed into blades, cutting into the bonds with ease. Francis didn't even have time to get the feeling back into his arms before he got kicked against the pipe, making him see stars in his eyes.

"I say he's already up and about, don't you think so, V.V.?" Guy said. V.V. said nothing, but just propped Francis against the wall and tearing his shirt open, exposing his bare chest ,pinning his arms on his side.

"What are you planning to do with me?" Francis asked.

Guy had been surveying him closely, like someone who is roasting turkey in an oven, or maybe as someone who is trying to carve patterns into wood as his hands turn into surgical scalpel blades.

He felt cold terror crushing him into him like a massive tsunami. Oh no, this is like those Saw movies where the chainsaw maniac cuts his victims into bloody chunks. The only thing missing is the roar of the chainsaw.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you just yet." Guy said. "If you die too soon then it won't be that much fun."

"If you think I'm going to sell my pal Glenn out to you, then you got it all wrong." Francis said. He was about to add something when Guy made the first cut. It cut right through his skin and it's enough to make him yell in pain.  

"That was just a test." Guy said, licking the blood off his fingers as it morphed back which is streaked with crimson. "I just want you to do me a favour."

"What favour?" Francis struggled against V.V's bonds. If he wasn't weak and tired, he could've broken free and run for freedom, but she's holding him tight. And between these two whose hair could be transformed into various weapons, he don't stand a chance.

"Oh, just a little message to those two." Guy said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a piece of neatly folded paper.  "Read this and recite it."

The paper was unfolded for him to see. After he had read it once, twice, three times, he blinked rapidly and said, "Are you serious? You call that poetry?"

"I think it's pretty good if I say so myself, actually it's not exactly poetry. It's a song."

"A song?" Francis couldn't keep the scorn from his voice.

In response, he got another cut near the forearm. He couldn't struggle, all thanks to V.V. holding him down, but he gave another yell of pain.

"I'm going to need you to sing. If you get it wrong, then I might have to end up hurting you more. And you had better get the tune right, because I might end up doing open surgery, and we have no anaesthesia lying around, for your sake."

"Go to hell." Francis spat.

Guy's hair lashed out at him five times, each drawing vicious cuts deeper than the other. Feeling blood in his mouth, he realized that he had stopped himself from screaming by biting his tongue hard.

"Al-right..." He panted, seeing there's no way out of this. "I'll sing your twisted little song..."

"Lucky me." Guy said, blade-like hair arched back like serpents ready to strike.  "Come on then, sing."

Francis felt irrationality and fear bubbling within him. But what other choice does he have? He tried humming a tune for practice then he sung the first bar.

Bad move, he earned a vicious slash across his chest.

"How unfortunate, you got the tune wrong."

Now I know how patients feel if there's no anaesthesia when there's an operation going on. He turned to face V.V. who is still holding him down, her expression blank.

"For God's sake, V.V., what are you doing?" He demanded, struggling to break her grip.

The only response he get was a blank stare. The silence scares him more than the torture.

"Go on, keep singing." Guy said, waving an airy hand.

Francis felt sickened to the core but what could he do? He's on an enormous disadvantage. He took another chance at singing, he barely even have a chance when Guy slashed him diagonally from left to right, making him having a slight difficulty in breathing. Crimson pooled from the cuts and flowed at a steady pace. Soon a pool formed below him, soaking into clothes, sticking them to him.

"If you keep singing wrongly, you'll just end up getting cut off. And I don't want you to die just yet before delivering my song."

Half-blinded by overwhelming pain, Francis attempted another tune. Guy just leaned in and made a long cut. Not enough to kill, but enough to bleed. With V.V. holding him down, he could only thrash around like a fish out of water.

Two more wrong attempts earned him two more cuts, but it was on the next attempt that he had finally managed to get the tune right.

"Oh, well done." Guy said, clapping his hands. "You got the tune right."

"I take it you're not going to let me off on my merry way?"Francis quipped despite several bleeding cuts all over his body.

"As matter of affect, I am. V.V., let's haul him up."   

  

Although he's not bound by hair this time, Guy, despite physically being underage, drove a car that he had 'borrowed', after he had coldcocked the unfortunate owner. V.V., as stiff and silent as a mannequin, sat in the passenger seat. Francis himself was laid on the backseat, bleeding heavily. Guy had said that he's letting him go, but he hadn't said more.

Earlier on while V.V. had stayed with him to make sure he doesn't run, he had went to the local tool shop and came out with a large bag whose contents rattled like dry bones.  He didn't say, just smiled sweetly with madness underneath.

They stopped in front of a place he knew too well. 34th Street . The familiar apartments building, a dull structure of exposed bricks and whitewashed walls. The entrance stood open and welcoming. There are the familiar recycling bins that stood a little to the side. If you go in a little closely, you could see the dull silver mailboxes that are numbered to each apartments accordingly. Could it really be that simple?

"Here we are, as promised." Guy said with false cheeriness.

But it seemed so. Shaking his head slightly, Francis opened the door and stumbled out to the sidewalk, breathing in the cool air. Sweet freedom.

Guy had also came out, holding the large bag that he had bought earlier. Now, his hair became long tentacles and bind him around the waist.

"What's this?"

"I'm brought you back as promised." Guy said, smiling.

"You double-cross backstabber!" Francis yelled.

"I kept my word, didn't I? Now zip that mouth of yours or I might end up cutting your tongue." He said it all in a casual tone as though it's as natural as going to the supermarket. It's enough to render him silent.

Humming between his teeth, Guy reached into the bag and brought out, of all things, two wooden stakes. But these aren't the types that Glenn normally used to stake vampires, these look as long as the length of his forearm and just as wide. 

"What are you going to do?"

In answer, part of Guy's hair turned into a large cylindrical object. A mallet.

With the wooden stakes in hand, realization dawned on him, sending fear running like electric along his spine. Oh no. No. NO!

"You can't be serious!" Francis yelled.

Guy's smile became more twisted. "Oh, but I am. Killing you would be too merciful."

"Then kill me now."

"No."

"KILL ME!!!"     

"And end your suffering?" Guy's hair slammed him onto the top of the building entrance, knocking the fight out off him. The impact also caused some of his bones to crack. "I don't think so." Using his hair, he pushed himself off the ground slowly so that he's on level ground with him. A long strand of red trailed behind him, supporting him like a giant serpent. Some of it wrapped around his arms, forcing them open so that his position resembles a crucifix. He placed one wooden stake near the centre of his palm and said, "Remember what I said about running low on anaesthesia? Sorry about that."

"YOU-"

The mallet slammed through the palm of his hand like knife through butter, sending gore and flesh spilling. Enough to start the screaming of a tortured soul.

Taking Advantage One's Kindness

And there I turned as one who may well pause -

all swagger, in his sudden panic, gone - 

to peep at what he really ought to flee,

yet, glimpsing this, does not delay his parting.

I saw there, right behind us, this black demon  

running the ridge around in our direction.

- Canto 21, Inferno, Dante Alighieri

12th December (Saturday) - Today is a special date, well, not really. Previously when I was training as a student in the post natal department, on 2012, it was a joyous day, we got 16 babies born on 12/12/2012 (Hello babies :D)
Okay, where was I when I sidetracked? Oh yes, well, today is the 12th of 12th. I'm not helping my boss today cause my other colleague - We're all close buddies, almost like family now, so I'll say friend - is on leave. Everyone knows by now, when my other two friends are around, I help my boss, when one of us is on leave, someone else will take care of him in my place. The person who is taking care of him is a girl whom I know, so I feel a little relieved. Although many complaint that she's not efficient enough, I trust her. First, she takes care of my place well. Second, she doesn't simply trash my things into the rubbish bin, and third, whenever there's any updates, she lets me know by putting notes for me so that I know beforehand.
Anyhow, today is just like any other day, you know. Dressings, sutures to off, the occasion injections, stuff like that. Today is a little silent because many of our doctors are on leave except for some. So we sat at the counter, praying hard our regulars come back for their dressings. Then this guy turned up at our counter, insisting  out of nowhere for our new registration girl's number. I had a vague feeling that I've seen him before. Sensing something amiss, I hurried to one of my friend's clinic and found out that he's the one they had been warning me about from the first day I came here. Of course. Now I remember him! He's a guy who had once tried to come to my clinic, and because I felt something shifty going on, I ran into my boss's room and sat there, in case he tried anything funny with me. True enough, when he saw my boss's face - His face is really scary, the no-nonsense type for anyone who don't know him - he immediately left.
Now where was I? Oh yes, back to present day, he's hovering near our registration girl for her number. Of course, anyone with sense enough knows to never ever give your number to strangers. So she flatly refused. This does not stop him, who he keep pushing til our cashier brother (we call him brother in our native tongue) covered her by giving a fake number. That done. He started asking her questions about her social life. Of course, our girl was innocent and still new, so she gave him some of her attention. Big mistake. After finding out she's young, single and pretty (She is, with that flawless alabaster skin and raven hair cut into a neat bob and those wide doe eyes), he started pestering her for her hand in marriage.
WAIT. WHAT?!!!!
Of course, this is utter nonsense. My friend and I immediately tried to send him on his way in a kind manner as possible. Oh no. It did not work. He ignored us and kept declaring loudly for our registration girl to marry him, much to her embarrassment since there were many patients waiting outside the clinic. So the poor girl tried to sidetrack by saying she's engaged, and his answer, "I will kill your fiancee and then marry you." Oh no no no no no. This made my friend mad enough that she put her feet down threatening to call our manager and he immediately left, but not before declaring to everyone that she's his wife. Oh God, what on earth just happened? The poor girl was so frightened by the whole ordeal that she was nearly in tears to the point where we comforted her. Turns out he's a child with special needs, but he's not exactly like those who can't think, but he can. He can speak English fluently, think for himself and is able to find a steady job for his future. Sadly, he knew he has special needs, but he took advantage of our kindness. You see, when we take pity on him and gave him our attention, he follows us to the point of stalking til you feel terrified. My friend told me previously he came to our department for two other girls, one who is already married!!! Oh, he's clever as well. When her hubby is with her, he hovered far away, but when he's out, he comes and demands her to leave him to marry him. This also makes her frightened til she ran to her boss, who was angry and chased him away. Oh my goodness, thank God it didn't happened to me, but it could've if I wasn't careful.
I'm not saying that we should be treating him unkindly, but because he takes advantage of our kindness, it's very hard for us to feel pity on him. But if this keeps carrying on, I'm afraid that our patience and tolerance might wear thin and we will report to our manager. But for now, I'm going to keep an eye out and pray that he don't come to our department and cause a lot of fuss.

NOTE: Sorry for the late post, but the past few days had been crazy til I'm tired out.  

Merry Christmas

Confessions

9th December (Wednesday) - Whenever people feel down, we tend to do something to make us feel better. I once read an article about a company CEO who confessed that whenever he's feeling low, he takes out his collection of antique wooden soldiers and played with them as though he's a kid again. I got a friend who folds a hundred stars and throw them into a jar, to be emptied later, which she says carries the bad things, hence the throwing part. I also got a friend who enjoys watching Tom and Jerry for laughs.
For me, it's reading children books. I still have my old Enid Blyton collection with me. First editions with cream paper that you can't get anymore. I had them for more than 10 years, and they're still in good condition, just old with age. My dad had once tried to donate them and I nearly blew a coronary. For one thing, it's a collection that I spent so hard to collect them all. Second, whenever I feel down, I just randomly grab any of the titles and started reading. You'll be very surprised how effective it is. The books hold many memories. It was what motivated me to start reading. J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter came second because those days, to get a Harry Potter book is too expensive. One would cost MYR 100++. Enid Blyton costs MYR 9.99, and that time, my dad wasn't keen on spending over hundred for a 200 page book. It was only when I became a total bookworm that he finally got me my first ever Harry Potter paperback, Goblet of Fire. It was the book that I brought with me everyday in my little bag, at school, in the supermarket, in the cafe, everywhere. I couldn't bear to bring my Enid Blyton because I don't want people snatching it from me when I'm reading. Those days, Harry Potter is well known, but no one was going to snatch it from me because most people said that Harry Potter was associated to sorcery and witchcraft. It was also because of these two I was inspired to write a story of my own.
Believe it or not, my first ever story was a fanfiction. No, I did not publish it on fanfiction.com, I was a technophobe at that time and had no Internet access (Unless I go to my friend's house). The fanfiction is someday what will become a story that I had finally self-published (Check out the Books Written By Me section). And the characters: A mixture of Naruto and Final Fantasy. Throughout the years, the personality of the characters had faithfully stayed the same until I finally swapped the characters with my own original characters. I still have the original story, written in pencil, single lined exercise books and those little square books that you use for Mathematics. Although the pencil had faded a little but it's still legible to be read. And there were tons of illustrations, again in pencil. God knows whether my drawing had improved or not.
I'm a chicken, in fact. I really, really dislike horror stories. Not Goosebumps, I adore Goosebumps, the horror is tame enough, but really scary ones like Saw, Scream, Child's Play, the really, really scary ones that often had people getting killed in the most gruesome way and that gives you nightmares. I still can't get over that fear. But my first ever debut was (surprise, surprise) a horror novel. Personally, I don't even think of it as a horror novel. It's basically an action, adventure comedy with demons and the supernatural thrown into the mix (Aha, I think all of you know what I'm talking about ;D) But it got stumped into horror because of the demons. Before it was self-published, I used to post it up on another blogspot as a free reading material. The story stays largely the same, with a few edits and some bad grammars. But feel free to check it out if you have the time.
In a way, looking back, it has been a long journey. I got two books in a print-on-demand sites and I got a job that I enjoy doing, even though people sometimes gives me funny looks when I mention my profession. Well, I guess it's because nursing is still not as popular as doctors, but hopefully with everything advancing forward, the profession will have a chance to shine.
With year end coming soon, there are tons of things that I still need to do on my mental checklist. But for now I'm taking things slow, baby steps, as my psychiatrist tells me. It's just a shame that I wasn't able to fulfill my third book deadline goal, but I will definitely, definitely (zettai ni) finish it when the time is right. Lloyd will never forgive me if I make his story one hell of a rollercoaster ride.
And a big Happy Birthday to my sister. May your wishes be granted.

*As a little bonus for laughs, check out this Hunger Game spoof. It's hilarious, trust me, whenever you're feeling down, just watch it. It's guaranteed to put a smile on your face.

As you can see, my book is already old, but still in okay condition.

My Enid Blyton collection. Part of it. There are more, but they are all stacked behind.

Memory Lane

8th December (Tuesday) - I counted the days from September. It has been more than four months since I assisted Dr So-and-So. Was it that long? As I was preparing the new appointment book (finally got it for around MYR 30, so worth it), drawing lines and filling in the public holidays, it got me thinking back to the first day we met.
I had never seen him before from my first day. The only thing I knew about him was when I went to the first floor to get something after a month or so, I saw a big sign with his name that says he's shifted to the Fifth floor. I got a good look at his previous room. (I say room, because currently he's allocated in a suite) It's really small, and there's no places for nurses to sit, like one doctor whom I assisted (I had to sit by the doctor's table because there's no other places to sit). And it's really cramp because there are three people sharing, all of different specialty. I asked the girls there how do they manage it, and their answer was, "Imagine all three asking you to shift their desk, and all of them have different times and stuff that you need to arrange." Oh boy, I really can't imagine that. No wonder why he shifted upstairs. His suite is definitely a big improvement, with a proper nurse's desk and with a bigger room for doctors. Oh joy. :D
When I first came up, armed with appointment book and MC in hand, the first thing that came to my mind was he must've really liked paintings. Because everywhere I looked, it's all paintings, mainly from Thailand and his certs and qualifications. He has a lot of them, I doubled check his specialty and it says mainly he's a Spine consultant, but it also wrote Orthopaedic and Trauma. Wow, previously before I came up to him, I assisted a pure Spine surgeon together with his PA. 2 weeks after I assisted them, I was tasked to him. Thank you to the kind PA who taught me the tricks of handling a clinic.
When we first met, he seemed strict and serious-looking. The first thing he said to me was, "They gave me such a young girl? How innocent-looking you are." Yep, God knows how I look innocent.
Let's just say for a month plus I never talked to him, and vice versa. It was his regular customers, the one who had stuck by him for more than 10 years who encouraged me to talk to him. "He's a very nice man. Cute, you should try talking to him. He won't bite." It was these words that spurred me to talk to him. And she was right. Once I started opening up to him, he did the same. He really is nice, and he never raises his voice. If you do wrong, he just go hmph, but never says much. He reminds me a little of myself. Quiet, not the type to open up too much. I can see why most people are afraid to talk to him. But that's how I find myself acting as the middle person. Doctor <-> Nurse <-> Patient / Vendors
So yes, I get to know him better, and he knows all about my depression issues (The psychiatric office is just next to his) since I often have to leave the clinic for a while since the psychiatrist is only in the mornings. He was okay with it and often whenever I come back from my appointed sessions, he'll ask me whether I'm okay or whether do I need to take a break. But compared to the mess I was in last time, this is nothing.
As I prepare to go for a few days leave to relieve my stress, he wished me luck and told me to take it easy, although he made a joke, "Who's going to take care of me when you're gone?" I told him that other girls will take my place until I come back, and that he'll be fine. I settled all the appointments and OT cases and his clinic blockings, so he should be fine. The one thing that I'm not done yet is the new appointment book, which I'm only half way. Well, it could wait. ;)
  
 

Relief

Divine light pierces through the universe -

To be received, as fit, in all degrees -

in such a way that nothing can oppose.

 Canto 31, Paradiso

3rd December (Thursday) - "Girlie, you're reported to the Sister's room, now." The note says.
That's what greeted me when I first came by my department counter, scrawled in caps with blue ink.  
Oh Christ, Christ, Christ, what have I done now? What have I done? Did I do something bad??? Please don't tell me I  did something bad. I've been doing my best so far to meet up my competency but I couldn't fulfill the last two because those are only in the mornings, plus I have to run to two places, up and down. Ohhhh, what am I going to do?
With blood rushing in my ears and my heart thudding hard, I brought my competency sheets with me, swallowed the feeling of going into tears that I'm about to lose my job, I went into the Sister's room. I took a quick survey. She doesn't look mad, there's no I'm-about-to-break-you-the-bad-news kind of face, and the desk was empty. Please don't tell me I'm going to get thrown out.

 (This conversation is strictly edited for privacy and confidentiality reasons.)

Sister : How's your competency so far?
Me : (Stay calm, STAY CALM, don't show any weakness!!!!) Out of the five, I only managed to complete the ones in my current department.
Sister : What about the other two?
Me : Well, I'm often assisting Doctor So-and-So in the mornings, so I'm afraid I can't go up to find the procedures. And in the mornings, our department is full of injections, dressings, stitches to be removed and Plaster of Paris (POP) removal.
Sister : Tell me, how are you feeling now when you first started off here?
Me : (CALM, CALM, CALM!!!!) To be honest, when I first came here, I was a wreck. But now I feel that I can finally start to gain control of things.
Sister : How do you find Dr So-and-So so far?
Me : He's very kind and supportive. I like working with him very much.
Sister : I see. Well, you passed. Congratulations.
Me : Passed? (I don't remember sitting for a test.)
Sister : You are a confirmed staff.
Me : (WAIT, WHAT?!!!!!!) Confirmed? You mean permanent?
Sister : Welcome to the department. :)
Me : (The feelings that wrecked through my brain. Shock, disbelief, unbelieving, tears of joy, relief, grateful, ) W-Wow. Thank you.
Sister : Yes, it has been a hard journey for you, but you have passed through the first step, well done.

Can you believe it? All my life I thought I was a failure. I'm slow compared to others, and I can't handle overload work before I break down, I'm not the type to get noticed, but after going through the Seven Circles of Hell, I actually managed to pull through. What a shock. I nearly burst into tears right here and then, not tears of sadness, but happiness. Really? I didn't care about the bonus that was about to arrive, I actually cared more about keeping the job. Yes, that shows how crappy I am.
Only yesterday I was moaning to my psychiatrist and boss about my life going to be in ruins, but now it's as though a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can finally be at peace and start all over again, as a full-time staff, not on probation.  
I would like to give thanks to my department colleagues who had been through with me throughout my crazy journey, my boss (Doctor So-and-So) for his support and understanding why sometimes I have to run out to the psychiatrist next door, my psychiatrist for being understanding and always telling me to take things easy instead of forcing myself, my Sisters for not giving up on me when I was a wreck, guiding me while giving me the push I needed to get through, my wonderful (not work-related) friends, local and international for bringing me out to the shopping complexes to loosen my stress, my dog Irie for loving me no matter what, and lastly to my family. You all had been so awesome throughout these months in my life, I can't give you all much but I will continue to work hard and the least I could do is dedicate and acknowledge you in my books.

Four Months Past....

2nd December (Wedensday) - It has been four months since my last update. The haze is gone, hurrah. No more masks, no more duck beaks, no more teary eyes, no more hacking cough and difficulty in breathing. Hello, sunshine, hello clear blue sky.
Many things had happened. I'm still with that spine surgeon whom I always assisted in the morning while running things in my original department in the noon. I suffered a few mood swings up and down regarding family issues, and gotten bullied verbally by some nasty patients, to the point where I was in tears til my doctor (aka boss) told me to cheer up and that I can't please everyone. He even went and tell the patient off personally cause when he got a lot of surgery and sometimes there's last minute planning. So I immediately block his clinic to prevent a lot of headaches for the patients, registration, the nurses, boss, and me (Unless it's a small case then I won't block, hence I often double check his OT booking, or double check with the OT staff). God bless, I swore I wouldn't go into tears, but the patient really gave me one hell of a bullocking, Thank goodness for nice bosses or else I might end up worse.
I been thinking, people often say my boss is scary, but I don't think so. Sure, he seems serious and quiet, but once you get to know him, you'll find out he's a really sweet guy. I admit, when I first assisted him, I was scared of him as well. And I never talked to him, seriously. Everyday was the same, hi boss, bye boss. Yep, you'll agree with me that this is exactly... no life. It was his regular patients who encouraged me to open up to him. "Your doctor is so cute, don't you want to get to know him? He's a very nice guy, you're his nurse, you should be talking to him." After a lot of consideration, they're right. Good working relationship between nurse and doctor has to be established by getting to know each other. Sure, we do talk about work sometimes, but we get to know each other lives as well. I'm still attending ongoing sessions with my psychiatrist and he was okay with it. Well, the psychiatrist session is only in the mornings,so is his, so usually I leave him a note if I'm going anywhere. Heaven knows, one man show ain't easy. But that's why I keep tons of sticky notes on my desk. He usually asks me whether I'm okay or do I need rest, I'm totally okay, except for the occasional mood swings, but I had never falter on my job, unless someone happened to be covering me and did not pass any of the important things properly. (Sticky notes, sticky notes....)
I finally plucked up the courage to tell my doctor that I write. Who would've thought? He's pretty knowledgeable about eBooks and Youtube. Uh huh. He went, "Hello? Youtube? You can learn a lot from it." Yep, how to pick locks and wearing yukata, tying an obi belt, zumba workout and illustration sketching, you just have to use it the right way,
Whenever I go back to my original department during noon time, most of my regular patients for dressing usually asked what happened to me. Well, since I'm upstairs assisting my boss in the mornings, I can't usually run off, someone has got to man the fort, if you know what I mean.The amount of patients who walk in were unbelievable. I don't mind walk ins, but it couldn't hurt to at least give a call, since my boss is super busy, I just go with the flow.
December is finally here, which means Christmas. Yeah! I already decorated my boss's clinic with a tiny Christmas tree to get into the festive season. No point getting a big one cause our clinic is not that big, and an absolute waste of money to buy a huge one if you are going to put it out once every year. So a tiny one will do, I can even re-use it back for Chinese New Year next February. I really got to start bucking up my folding skills.