Fat bunny.
It's 5 minutes to 4am and I am currently wide awake and typing away. Only been back a day and it's already electives. Which is so stupid tbh. It gives very little room to rest and prepare. So I'm trying to make the best of my horrible jetlag, by reading up on Paeds stuff before I start today. Obviously not doing a very good job since I'm blogging right now but oh well. I want to talk about happy things now to take my mind off this sense of dread. . . . So I arrived yesterday evening at 10pm. My parents had work the next day and there were no late night flights from KL to JB. Of course my dad said he'll pick me up but I really didn't want him to make the long journey and have to miss the next day of work. So fiancé to the rescueeee. But... he thought I was arriving at 11pm. I have no idea why. He had my flight tickets, my itinerary and I probably have mentioned it to him once or twice (or a hundred times ...) Okay, maybe I know why. I kept telling