Running on Yesterday's Fumes

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoThursday's late finish was still making itself known this morning. The alarm did its job, but my body filed a formal objection. There's a particular kind of tiredness that sits behind the eyes — not dramatic, not debilitating, just present enough to remind you that sleep is not a suggestion. Coffee helped, as it always does, though I suspect coffee gets more credit than it deserves on mornings like these.

Once I was in and moving, rounds went smoothly. The body has a way of overriding the mind's complaints when there's work to be done, a kind of professional autopilot that kicks in and carries you through until you forget you were tired in the first place. The list cooperated, the team was sharp, and everything moved with that quiet competence that makes the early hours worthwhile.

Clinic brought a couple of new patients, which always shifts the texture of a session. There's a different energy to a first meeting — more ground to cover, more listening required, the careful business of building a picture from scratch. You're assembling a person from fragments: their history, their concerns, the things they say and the things they leave out. It takes a particular kind of attention, and today I had just enough of it left in the tank.

After lunch the pace picked up properly. The kind of busy that doesn't leave room for clock-watching, which is either a blessing or a conspiracy depending on your perspective. Tasks stacked up, decisions needed making, and the afternoon compressed itself into something that felt both endless and surprisingly quick. That's the paradox of a full day — you can't believe how long it's been and yet somehow it's already time to leave.

I made it home for dinner, which after Thursday's late return felt like a minor restoration of order. Anita and I sat down together, the meal unhurried, the conversation easy. There's a particular comfort in a Friday evening meal — the week's weight beginning to lift, the weekend not yet requiring any plans or decisions. Just food and talk and the gentle unwinding of five days' worth of accumulated tension.

Afterwards, we settled in for another episode of For All Mankind. The season is building towards its finale next week, and the writers are doing that thing where every scene feels loaded with consequence. Characters you've spent years watching are being moved into positions that feel increasingly precarious. It's the kind of television that makes you sit forward slightly without realising you've done it. Next week will either be magnificent or devastating, possibly both.

An early night, then, because tomorrow demands an early start. The kind of Friday where you're already thinking about Saturday's alarm even as you're brushing your teeth. But that's fine. The week delivered what it needed to, and now it's stepping aside. Gratefully received.

When the Day Lowers Its Voice

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A slow start to the morning — not by design, exactly, more by quiet consensus between body and bed. Some days announce themselves with energy; others arrive in soft focus, asking only that you don't rush them. Today was the latter. I obliged.

The traffic, of course, had no such gentle disposition. Heavy from the outset, the kind that turns familiar roads into unfamiliar tests of patience. There's an art to sitting in KL traffic without losing your composure entirely — somewhere between resignation and acceptance, with a thin veneer of optimism that the next light might change everything. It rarely does. But you keep that hope going, because the alternative is despair, and despair makes the journey feel even longer.

By the time I reached clinic, the day's pace had set itself. Slow. Unhurried in that particular way clinics sometimes are, where each consultation stretches a little longer than expected and the rhythm never quite picks up. There's no fighting a slow clinic — you simply move through it, give each person the time they need, and let the morning unfold at whatever speed it's chosen. Some days you're the conductor; other days you're just keeping time.

The afternoon brought rain. Proper rain, the kind that arrives with intent rather than the half-hearted drizzle KL sometimes attempts. The sky went grey, the temperature dropped a degree or two, and everything outside took on that washed, slightly muted quality that rain brings. There's something restful about working through a downpour — the world outside busy with weather, you inside getting on with things. The two activities seem to balance each other.

By evening, Anita and I went out for dinner. Nothing grand, just the simple pleasure of being fed somewhere other than home, sitting across from each other without the small distractions of one's own kitchen. The rain had eased by then, leaving the streets that particular shade of glossy that makes everything look a touch more cinematic than it has any right to. A good meal in good company on a quiet weeknight — these are the evenings that don't make headlines but quietly hold a week together.

Back home, we settled in for another episode of For All Mankind. The show continues to be a steady companion — ambitious, occasionally devastating, the sort of television that rewards attention rather than demanding it. There's a particular pleasure in watching something properly made, the way each episode builds on the last without rushing or showing off. We watched, we discussed, we paused for the inevitable "wait, who was that again?" moment. Standard viewing protocol.

After that, the evening just drifted. No agenda, no second activity, just the slow wind-down that a tired Thursday deserves. The week is nearly done, the rain has cleared the air, and tomorrow is close enough to feel within reach. Tonight, though, asks for nothing more than a soft landing.

And a soft landing is exactly what it gets.

It's Friday

The week seem to have breezed through really fast. And it had been one of those productive week where I really got plenty done.

And this had also been the longest stint I had without beeping on call for a long time.

From last month, I have reduced my General Medical commitment at work and contrasting more on Haematology. Alhamdulillah, I had been busier but more focused. The majority of my inpatient now were with Haematology diseases and I got plenty of satisfaction in getting them sorted out.

I am still in the rota and will be on call this Sunday. But now, my calls were pretty spaced out and should I do a couple of duties close together, I had plenty of breathing after that.

This wedding also marked my wedding anniversary and Anita planned a nice dinner tomorrow. Looking forward to that.

At the meantime, I planned to get more stuff done tonight, plenty of reading, plus an early night ...

Friday Traffic

The combination of rain and Friday afternoons never gelled well. It almost always spelled a long traffic jam. So, that happened again today. Luckily I escaped early from the hospital and was able able to "enjoy" the view from the comfort of my apartment balcony.

It was certainly a long one, snaking from the top of Pantai Hill all the way down to the Lembah Pantai intersection. I was not in a great rush to get anyway, so I just stayed put. And the weather still looked menacingly gloomy from where I stood ....

Happy Long Weekend

For some, this was going to be a three day weekend. Luckily for me, apart from the clinic tomorrow morning, I would not be on duty. I may have some free time to enjoy during the weekend. Monday would be Thaipusam, but this time around there was no plans to go out photographing. I guess the uncertainty about security and the threat of a riot in town made everybody jittery.

I expected the city would be empty with plenty of the dwellers driving home or on holidays. I was planning to spend the weekend in town and possibly play a game of football or two with Idlan.

KLCC was packedIt was jammed up all the wayWe were at KLCC earlier. And the traffic out and back was rather heavy. Plus KLCC was full as well. We did some shopping there, but we ended spending more time on the road than we thought.