just came home from a day of work

today i spent my morning in a freezing cold operating theatre watching a woman have half her boob cut off. with every cut i felt a part of her womanhood being lost and i thought how unfair that it is her and not me. they placed the tumour in a jar and in this glass case to be taken to the lab. not only was this woman mutilated, but it was also put on show, look everyone, see how great modern medicine is.

now im at home and ironically im hearing the song apply some pressure...how funny, thats exactly what the doctor did to that woman's left breast.

if when this course is over i dont end up mentally deranged, then i'll consider myself lucky.

Today in the canteen we were discussing the occult and the paranormal and ghosts and such like. all my colleagues seemed to have some interesting story of how their houses were haunted or they saw a spirit of an old teacher. one of the gozitans among us told us of this man called fenc tal-gharb, who was able to tell if someone is ill or not depending on how much faith they showed in him. personally, i find it hard to believe, but the paranormal is not something id like to dabble in...somethings are better off kept a mystery...

like, did i really need to know wat that breast tumour looked like?