Pre-reg Starts - The Beginning of Non-Existance + Death to Flesh

• Yup, with the graduation ceremony over its back to the cruelity of pre-reg training.
  This is probably the last time I will be blogging for the next nine months while I try to fight for sanity amidst the lack of sleep, plus mental and emotional torment of pre-reg training. And the financial squeeze...
  
  And lack of sleep is just an euphemism. Wake at 6.30am...reach work at 8am for PAPT lecture/ pharmacy meeting....work till 6pm... then have meeting/courses till 10pm in the City...reach home 11 something... work on Sats...projects...log books...clinical discussions... a whole "galaxy" of assignments to complete before I can even qualify to take my competency test for licencinge...journal papers to read....textbooks to read....
  
  Mental grill because you are cracking your head trying to rem all sorts of things, and trying to squeeze out the tiniest bit of essence you have inside your after-4-yrs of pharmacy-sch-yet-still-empty brain to answer the "chimest" questions that preceptors can ask you.
  
  Emotional torment because you are shamed everyday for your lack of knowledge.
  
  Financial squeeze cuz now I have to save up for my brother's University school fees (about $583.3333 per month), minus CPF... then there is the non-student transportation fees, food prices outside the school canteen, pre-reg training fees + PSS membership ($280), tithe, offering... I rem going to the toilet to shed a few tears when I was told my cg fund premium was doubled last Sat. And then I had to pretend I was fine + strong when Ivan asked if I was ok.... And then the hospital I'm training under fines us $1/ minute we are late for morning meetings... a glimpse of my life? Imagine having to reach the hospital at 7am sharp for meeting before starting work on a Wednesday morning (remind me tt's NEXT WED I'm talking about...wonder if there is even 195 bus at a crazy time like 6.30am ...) ... Sighz...think can just survive on air...
  
  Oh well, this is goodbye peeps. Till I re-emerge from my 9months' worth of torture .. If I survive tt is...
  
  Would Priscilla live to tell the tale??!! Catch her/me LIVE! ( or maybe DEAD!) May 2007.
  
  - I'm totally looking forward to BEYOND all these crap... to the hopefully sweet + much more enjoyable + financially rewarding career tt God has already mapped out for me...