Eating Seeds As A Passtime Activity
“Eating seeds as a pastime activity”
I started writing this at 11:36 pm Cairo time
It has been a very long weekend.
I’m in a small restaurant in the Cairo Nile Hilton
The Performers are tuning the Arabic Oud, the Kanoon and warming the skin of the drums.
It’s been a very long rotation.
Rotation (a definition): is the set period cycle of a particular subject taken in the medical field.
My last one was surgery, we literally spent 2 continuous weeks studying for the End of Posting: a grueling two-part exam judged by lady luck her self. We’re all used to the silly written exam no matter how hard it got… but Wednesday was something else.
Basically the exam consists of three variables, two of which are determined by luck.
A. The Examined
B. The Examiners (two of which)
C. And the patient
I could study the whole book, but nothing can prepare you for an obscure case or an insane sociopath in the guise of a Doctor (examiner). I guess I can thank god in the end, after comparing stories and situations my Lipoma case wasn’t that bad.
But in the end I was tired, and I had to sleep, and sleep I did. These past 2 days have been mostly sleep during the day, and an increasing nocturnal habit.
Yesterday it became so bad that I couldn’t sleep, I actually stayed up till my departure time from Jeddah.
Well anyway I wont bore whoever is reading this, but the most peculiar thing happened when I got to Cairo. I pride myself in the fact that I get things done when I “want” to. Well today was supposed to be one of those days, I was getting the luggage from that very familiar airport conveyer belt, and I got all out pieces as soon as they appeared…I knew them all, had the image burned in my memory.
The fact is, no matter how unique your piece is (we’re talking about my Delsey, the one that traveled everywhere with me) there must be someone else who has that same item.
And if you add Murphy’s Law into the equation:
"Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"
… Well, obviously I think you all know what happened. After viewing the amazing view from our room I decided I had to take some late night photos. These required my trusty Tripod, which was not there. Not only was it not there, I had the wrong bag!
All the way back to the airport in the maneuverable gas ovens they call taxies here, the driver promised to wait for me, so I agreed and on our way back and whilst chatting he swerved suddenly and stopped at a roasters to get a selection of seeds and peanuts… an excellent pass time and spectator sport in some instances (especially if you’re fond of sarcasm and ridicule as I am). Come on! Peanuts I can understand they’re healthy but the seeds are roasted with huge amounts of unrefined salt…. some one is asking for hypertension! But in the end I reached my hotel (again) and haggled for the price we both agreed on, but being too kind hearted and sympathetic for the Egyptian average man, the fare seemed to agree with him more than with me.
So I’m back where I started, it’s been a long weekend, I’m tired, and I just finished my chicken shawirma and strawberry juice…. And I’m smoking a cherry Hookah (shisha, arjila, mu3asil etc etc)
Surgeon generals warning, smoking is addictive, blah blah, don’t smoke if you're pregnant, blah blah blah…. I know I know, I study frikin medicine you don’t need to tell me. I don’t know what it is, I occasionally get bouts in which I require intoxicating fumes, something like a smoke binge, and I hate it and yes I regret it and I know what I’m doing to myself. But sometimes even when u have reasons to be happy.. You’re still kindda sad, or depressed and somehow you tend to do something destructive… it’s better if I hurt myself than hurt others…right?
Its 12:22 and the band has stopped playing… I wonder if they’re going to start again, I don’t like the faceless, hypocrites’ voices.
Just Read: "The Curious Incident of The Dog In The Night Time" and "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
About to Read: "The Algebraist"
Just watched: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Listening to: nothing specific, my FiveStar Playlist
I started writing this at 11:36 pm Cairo time
It has been a very long weekend.
I’m in a small restaurant in the Cairo Nile Hilton
The Performers are tuning the Arabic Oud, the Kanoon and warming the skin of the drums.
It’s been a very long rotation.
Rotation (a definition): is the set period cycle of a particular subject taken in the medical field.
My last one was surgery, we literally spent 2 continuous weeks studying for the End of Posting: a grueling two-part exam judged by lady luck her self. We’re all used to the silly written exam no matter how hard it got… but Wednesday was something else.
Basically the exam consists of three variables, two of which are determined by luck.
A. The Examined
B. The Examiners (two of which)
C. And the patient
I could study the whole book, but nothing can prepare you for an obscure case or an insane sociopath in the guise of a Doctor (examiner). I guess I can thank god in the end, after comparing stories and situations my Lipoma case wasn’t that bad.
But in the end I was tired, and I had to sleep, and sleep I did. These past 2 days have been mostly sleep during the day, and an increasing nocturnal habit.
Yesterday it became so bad that I couldn’t sleep, I actually stayed up till my departure time from Jeddah.
Well anyway I wont bore whoever is reading this, but the most peculiar thing happened when I got to Cairo. I pride myself in the fact that I get things done when I “want” to. Well today was supposed to be one of those days, I was getting the luggage from that very familiar airport conveyer belt, and I got all out pieces as soon as they appeared…I knew them all, had the image burned in my memory.
The fact is, no matter how unique your piece is (we’re talking about my Delsey, the one that traveled everywhere with me) there must be someone else who has that same item.
And if you add Murphy’s Law into the equation:
"Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong"
… Well, obviously I think you all know what happened. After viewing the amazing view from our room I decided I had to take some late night photos. These required my trusty Tripod, which was not there. Not only was it not there, I had the wrong bag!
All the way back to the airport in the maneuverable gas ovens they call taxies here, the driver promised to wait for me, so I agreed and on our way back and whilst chatting he swerved suddenly and stopped at a roasters to get a selection of seeds and peanuts… an excellent pass time and spectator sport in some instances (especially if you’re fond of sarcasm and ridicule as I am). Come on! Peanuts I can understand they’re healthy but the seeds are roasted with huge amounts of unrefined salt…. some one is asking for hypertension! But in the end I reached my hotel (again) and haggled for the price we both agreed on, but being too kind hearted and sympathetic for the Egyptian average man, the fare seemed to agree with him more than with me.
So I’m back where I started, it’s been a long weekend, I’m tired, and I just finished my chicken shawirma and strawberry juice…. And I’m smoking a cherry Hookah (shisha, arjila, mu3asil etc etc)
Surgeon generals warning, smoking is addictive, blah blah, don’t smoke if you're pregnant, blah blah blah…. I know I know, I study frikin medicine you don’t need to tell me. I don’t know what it is, I occasionally get bouts in which I require intoxicating fumes, something like a smoke binge, and I hate it and yes I regret it and I know what I’m doing to myself. But sometimes even when u have reasons to be happy.. You’re still kindda sad, or depressed and somehow you tend to do something destructive… it’s better if I hurt myself than hurt others…right?
Its 12:22 and the band has stopped playing… I wonder if they’re going to start again, I don’t like the faceless, hypocrites’ voices.
Just Read: "The Curious Incident of The Dog In The Night Time" and "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
About to Read: "The Algebraist"
Just watched: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Listening to: nothing specific, my FiveStar Playlist
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