It's a good epidural if your coffee (the one you made and was just about to sit down and enjoy before getting called to do an epidural block for a lady in labour) is still warm by the time you came back from the maternity ward.
Hours of boredom, moments of terror.
Anyone can do Anesthetics-- it's easy (apparently). The hard part is managing the complications that arise.
Conversations between me and one of the Anesthetists, in between the bleeping of the anesthetic machine:
"You went to Chong Hwa Independent High? NO WAY!!! I went to Chong Hwa too!"
"Really?! Which year were you?"
"I was '90. You?"
"You mean you graduated in 1990?"
"Eh, no lah! Come on, do I look that old?? What I meant was, I enrolled in 1990."
"Oh. I started in '97."
"'97?? So young, you! Don't wanna talk to you already."
"Is your wife from Chong Hwa by any chance?"
"Yeah. She's '91."
"Guess what? My husband is also from Chong Hwa!"
"You're shitting me! '97 also?"
"Why you all so young one??"
"Wait, were you ever a prefect?"
"Yeah, why? Were you?"
"Did you have the funny history teacher who told crazy stories?"
"Yeah, did he teach you too?"
"Yup. Oi, who taught you maths?"
"Some crazy teacher who wears tight black jeans and whose guilty pleasure derived from spontaneous class tests designed to fail his students."
"Hmm... yeah, he was MEAN."
My work attire for the next 12 months: