True to form pt 1

I realised a few months ago that sometimes you can't change your true nature. In one "wild" weekend back in November 07, I managed to slice open my wrist - bad enough to require a trip to the local A & E - and lose my wedding ring. The actual story about what happened is not that exciting, so I decided to write a short story about myself in the 3rd person - ala Yr 4 creative writing classes :)

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Young Dessy by Nasde

Young Dessy was your typical asian boy growing up. He was naturally talented at doing maths, as most young asian kids are, while equally sucking at English and any other creative writing type tasks. He was dashingly handsome - his dark brown hair, carefully groomed by his Dad into a typical asian bowl cut with no parting, proved to be a hit with the ladies, and never got in the way of his handball exploits. He also proved a natural charmer of the ladies, kissing his first girl at the age of 4, and kissed a girl at school in Yr1 at the urgings of his older brother. Yes, it should've prepared Dessy for his high school days, where any attempt to talk to a girl involved much urging from friends watching and hassling you, but a then young Dessy had no fear.

But one thing Young Dessy could not help doing was lose things. If he went to the pool for a swimming carnival, he'd lose his towel. If he went to the movies, he'd lose his wallet in the edges of the chair. If he went to the shop to buy a bottle of coke, he'd bring the coke home and leave his wallet on the counter. It was terrible, and his parents spent much time talking to young Dessy about losing things, and much time bailing him out when he'd locked his keys in the car, or that time when he even lost the key to his club lock (but somehow didn't lose any other keys it was attached to in his keyring) and had to get the NRMA to saw it off - now that was embarrassing.

Young Dessy also proved to be very accident prone. Or maybe he was just clumsy and unco-ordinated. Whatever the case may be, young dessy spent a lot of time falling over, dropping things, tripping over, and running into walls. Being an early walker - he began walking at 9 months - he somehow managed to be able to run, but unable to judge how to run through doorways resulting in two large bumps that are still visible today on his forehead.

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Gee, that was hard work. I know why I sucked at English.

Tune in for part 2 about older Dessy - no guarantee it'll be in short story form though!

Craphouse work

I am stressed. Not as much as my patients, but still it’s an uncomfortable feeling.

The patients I talk to day in and day out say things like: my back is sore, my arms are sore, my neck is sore, and my ankles ache for no reason; my father just passed away, I’m looking after a bed-ridden mother in law, and my daughter has just started dating a boy that I don’t like. I’ve recently had problems working my normal hours – due to the pain – and am now hating work due to everyone treating me like a malingerer and I’m struggling to meet my mortgage payments now. I’m also arguing regularly with my husband because I can’t have “relations” with him due to the pain. I’m not stressed though. Really I don’t feel stressed. Did I mention that I can’t sleep at nights cause my mind is racing – I can’t seem to shut down. What’s wrong with me?

It’s STRESS. Or Pressure. You know they released a study the other day that showed that stressed people died earlier (suffering from cardiac disease and other organ problems) than less stressed ones. STRESS it’s a killer.

I’m not as stressed as that. Though interestingly enough, listening to people tell me things like they are stressed somehow make me feel stressed. It's all very draining - I don't know how psychologists do it. I also know that I’ve had one or two restless sleeps in the last week – very uncommon for me - and I’m not enjoying work. I feel overworked - even though I'm only just doing 40 hours a week. I even think about work after work time … I’d call that stressed! I'm sure acknowledging to yourself that you are stressed and planning to manage it helps though. A trip to Dubai to catch up with good friends helped momentarily, but there's only so far a nice meal at Gordon Ramsey's restaurant carries you :) (it was exceptionally good mind you - and great to see you M&B!)

And, unfortunately the complaints have continued climbing – now 10 new ones (not all attributable to me) in the last 2 months! Aye carumba!