Mid-thirtysomething, M.D.

I'm just another mid-thirtysomething Pinay ex-pat doctor living in the Lucky Country, just wobbling through my quarterlife crisis with my training wheels off.

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Moving House... Sort of.

I've been blogging in fits and spurts over the last ten years, and I've decided to put all of it in one place. You can find my random thoughts - on life as a doctor in training and ex-pat newly wed (!) and on my myriad interests (Whatever it is at the time). Please leave a comment and start a conversation if you have the time. http://midthirtysomethingmd.wordpress.com

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Why are Mondays so much worse when you've had an awesome weekend?

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Squeaky white sand between my toes always makes me happy. A day (half day!) of sun is not enough to make the most of beautiful Esperance. So many untouched, pristine beaches, so little time! It's a banquet for the soul - and I hope to be back someday.

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Off Observation Point, Esperance, Western Australia

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Love it.

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Don't you just hate it when the travel gods conspire against you? I'm sent here, 8 hours drive from the city, for work and I now have a chance to see some of the most pristine and most beautiful beaches in the world... And it's raining. On the first week of summer. SUMMER. This is the pits. Seriously.

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Up before the sun... Long commute today! 😁

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Look where I'm off to tomorrow! So excited!

One of the best things about my job is the opportunity to go places I have never been for work... Then a little time to go around afterwards.

The husband is sulking, but it's his own fault for not sorting out his flight. I asked months ago! Next photos to go up will be my own! 😄

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Food for thought. I love this quote: "Palliative care isn't about giving up. It's about choosing how you want to live before you die."

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Cocco by Lindt. Happiness in a bite!

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Paris banned mass climate protest, so people left 10,000 shoes instead

A touching show of silent protest.

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We must care more. This is real. And it's here.

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We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Cesare Pavase

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My tree is up and just in time for the first of December! Purple and silver this year, like the loyal Docker fan girl that I am.

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Every now and then, I get the cooking bug, fill my tummy with a good home-cooked meal... Then I see all the washing I have to do and realise why I'm addicted to take out.

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I invite all my friends, medical and non-medical, to read this article - and maybe share it with your parents or grandparents as a way of starting this important conversation.

I’ve attended futile Code Blues in the ten years I’ve been working as a doctor. I’ve stood at the foot of the bed of people I knew were not going to make it - people with terminal cancer, end-stage heart disease, end-stage renal failure - taking my turn at jumping on their chests, sticking tubes down their throat and forcing breath into their lungs. These patients are surrounded by nurses and doctors and orderlies, their families swept aside so that they don’t see the violent, frantic activity that involves “doing everything.” Patients surrounded by strangers in the last moment of their lives, not with hands held by the people they love.

Sometimes “doing everything” is not in the best interest of a loved one. Sometimes it buys time, but at what cost and to whom? Sometimes loving is knowing how and when to let go. It’s not about “giving up,” it’s about choosing how you want to live what life is left.

I’ve seen what happens when the alternative is chosen, when there is an acceptance of imminent death as part of life, when comfort and quality of life is given precedence over quantity, when life does not end in the frenetic chaos of futile medical treatment. It ends in the presence of all the people that matter, not strangers, allowing all the time and the quiet to say goodbye.

There is no right or wrong answer, there is only what is right for you, and for your loved ones.

We take the time to think about how we want to live; it’s just as important to know how we want to die. What you may feel will be right for you and what your loved ones feel is right for them may turn out to surprise.

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hello! i just wanna ask what are the indications that the bokashi bin is ready to be harvested? thanks a lot!

We usually wait till it's all filled up, drain the juice, and bury the contents. Because we have two, we "age" our bokashi content for two weeks, which is the time it takes for us to fill up one of our bins.