The One...

...friend whom I have known for the better part of my life.Our story probably went way back. Both he and I.... ....probably known each other since we were 5 years old or maybe earlier. ....live in the same neighbourhood. ....studied in the same kindergarten,primary school,secondary school,college & all through 2 and a half year of university. ....went to school together during most of those time as well(same carpool,same buses and etc.) ....have our fair share of issues,but none not resolved. ....have not traded fists with each other before. ....have probably known each other's house like his own house. ....love durians!!! ....seldom talk about our problems,but would watch each others' back nevertheless. ....probably like the same girl more than once. ....the list goes on..... Happy 22nd birthday,my best friend.I don't think you read the blog here.Just wanna wish you here nevertheless. Wish you all the best in your future.Hope you become a good doctor.Till we meet again,take care.

A Blue Friday

We got a tute with a surgeon at 8 a.m. and the hospital is half an hour walk away.So you could imagine getting up at probably 6.45 a.m. to get ready and all.Rushed all the way to the hospital only to find the surgeon turn up half an hour later.Never mind that since they got more important things to attend to besides teaching the medical students.It warmed my hear that he did apologise for being late though.So we are not definitely the amoebas that medical students are always spoken as. Midway through the tute,the beeper went off.Beep! Beep! It was getting on my nerve by the moment.I couldn't believe what I saw there and then. "RESPOND BLUE,MED 4" What should I do?OMG.We were not told on how should medical student respond to such code.It was my belief before that we won't be getting any code.Blue is a med code here,primarily for AMI,but can be used for other med emergencies that require urgent assistance.I thought I would get up and rush there at once. It sure sent the adrenaline into my blood.Heart rate raised,pupils dilated,you became more aware of the surrounding.Quick,take your own pulse.I gathered my thought for a moment,then I realised,maybe the system is set up so that when a blue code is called,everyone would be paged,anyone who got their hands free and able to leave behind the task they were doing to get to the place to render their assistance of any kind.I showed it to my mate next to me and he didn't think anything of it.Thus,I thought nothing of it too and just switched it off.What can we,medical students do anyway?We probably would be more trouble than help. I looked at the surgeon still going about his talk on breast cancer. "I am sorry,Mr. I didn't quite catch the last part just now." It was at the end of the day that I realised something peculiar. The surgeon's pager didn't go off.

Small Things.....

....that make you feel big. Hope I won't grow to hate this bugger too soon.

Breathing a New Life....

I can see that she is getting more and more restless as the days went by. Getting weaker and weaker,she is not able to perform daily activities the way she used to be doing without much fuss,moving and jumping around and making lots of noise,never failing to make me smile.She was there when I needed her most,in the darkest of hour and the most terrible fear.Probably her heart is failing.Falls and knocks were not able to knock her down but no one can win against the wind of times,the wears and tears brought upon by the ticking of the clock. It was with a lots of uncertainties and fear I went into the operating theatre with her.It was my first operation of this kind I am to perform.Who could be a better patient or teacher in this field of mine than the one whom you come to know dearly?When you are put into such a spot,all the training and knowledge you have learnt by heart before would goes down to nothing if the operation fails.It was all or nothing.Pass or fail,nothing in between.A pass would breath a new life into her,if a fail,she might have just said her last words to me before we went into the operating theatre.Luck and instincts might just be your best friend in the operating theatre.I am supposed to remove her heart temporarily and replace with the one from the donor.Thus,there would be a few minutes where she would be nothing more than a corpse without a heart.We would place the donor's heart into her and restart it with a mild shock from the defibrillator at the touch of a button to start her into a sinus rhythm.After that,it will all goes down to luck. Who would expect to experience this sort of thing during the surgery posting of an aspiring medical student?No one would..... Hehe.Actually I just managed to successfully replaced the aging battery of my T3 with a new one I just got from Ebay.All the data stored was lost due to the removal of the previous battery(volatile flash memory) and the restore from the backup was successful and it is up and running again.WOO HOO~~~~~~ Anyone need any help with T3 battery,I would be happy to help.Till next update.Adios

Fall From Grace

And so the FIFA World Cup Germany 2006 has been concluded with the Azzurri as the winner.The match would most probably be remembered as the wizard of the modern game,Zinedine Zidane,having never completed his last competitive game by getting himself sent off for headbutting an Italian player.15 years of greatness lost in a 15 second of madness.I really want to know what was exchanged between Materrazi and Zidane that causes him to short-fuse.It will take a lot to get an experienced player like him to lose his head.The world is probably going to argue whether his sending off contributes to the eventual loss to the Italian.It is going to be the all the "what if" arguments normally heard in football commentatories.So what if you were right then,would it change anything?Anyone can reflect on the past and churns out these possiblities.No one can foresee the future for sure though but one can definitely make it happen. On another note,sometimes it really sucks watching the game from a country which participated in the World Cup.Commentatories are so biased that sometimes it really pisses me off.Luckily,the commentator during the match itself that they employed was Martin Tyler whose voice is commonly heard in English Premier League on ESPN.Now they are going to keep reminding us that they lost to the eventual winner by the narrowest of a margin.Then again,I am technically a foreigner here,so maybe I should keep my mouth shut till I got back to Malaysian soil. Outside,the Italians seem to be over the world.Honking and shouting at the success of their national team.Really have to applaud their team for coming together at such a troubled with their scandals-plagued Serie A.Maybe would get down to the Italian street and have a look.Who knows I might have some free pizzas or pastas. Till then,adios.

Living skill

I think one of the best living skills to have would be knowing how to cook. Well,I have to admit,I am not one who frequently step into the kitchen before I came here. My Granma doesn't like me to be in the kitchen either.She always tell me I am helping when I am not helping.No,Maggi mee and its like cannot be regarded as cooking to me unless you can fry till the whole wok in flame while doing a few stunts with the food,tossing it 3 feet up and catching with your eyes closed. I haven't seen anyone cook instant noodles like that yet. If you do,I wonder what you can do with things more than instant noodles.Ok,a bit exaggerating here. I doubt no one can disagree that cooking is a very useful living skill to know of,especially when you are studying in a foreign country where costs of food and everything else are multiplied a few times.It will save you a lot of money and might just be your hobby if you find it enjoyable.More often than not, you might be forced to cook on your own for economic reason.For those of my friends who are heading out to further their studies in the coming months,especially guys,take up cooking lessons.Might just win you some female fans.Ok,I haven't got to that level of skill as yet.Hehe. Come to think of it,since I was here,I have learned something about cooking,from buying the raw materials till the finished dishes.Before this,I was limited to those instant products and a little thing of two of "Backwood cooking",some simple cooking skills I learned for use in the jungle while I was in scout.The coolest thing I learned then was something that involves cooking rice in the jungle with nothing more than a bamboo. Food I cooked may not be as tasty as I would like to be but I will get there eventually and hopefully. If you are still considering whether to try cooking yourself,I say,why not?"What's there to lose besides your pride?"as to quote a favourite saying of mathematics lecturer of mine.Understandably, most of us,if not all of us are afraid of making mistakes.I guess that applies for cooking as well.You most probably won't get it right the first time.Think carefully,what would you do if you are not afraid,of let say making a mistake?Fear of being wrong sometimes hold your life back a little too much. My suggestion,start small,like helping your Mum buying and preparing the ingredients,then you move on to the frying and etc.Then you will learn more as you go on.Like my Dad says to me so often,"As long as the food is cooked enough,nothing will go wrong.Next step will be improving its taste." Maybe I will talk about some simple basics about cooking next time(not that I am qualified though,but just something useful to share)Till next update,Adios.

Life’s 10 Simple Pleasures

Life’s 10 Simple Pleasures 1. To be able to see 2. To be able to hear 3. To be able to speak 4. To be able to read 5. To be able to write 6. To be able to play sports 7. To be able to have a good education 8. Having enough food and a roof over my head 9. Having just enough wealth to keep me comfortable 10. Having a happy & supportive family behind me

World Cup Feva

Ok...This post may seem a bit too late.Been sleeping from 7 am till 5 pm here,especially now we are going into the knockout phase.All for the World Cup season.Luckily I am currently having a long break now.However,things here are rather different from the way we catch football back in Malaysia.There are no mamak.Dang....no Nasi Lemak,teh tarik and etc since most shops close before 7 pm,excepting the Chinatown and pubs,which aren't the kinda place I would like to catch football. Australia made it through to the last 16. Whoah......A country where football means rugby and with the same population size as Malaysia got into the last 16.I wonder whether I will ever get to sing Negaraku in a World Cup Finals match.That will definitely be something good to remember. Australia is playing Italy. As much as odds favour the Azzuri,but we must always remember South Korea in 2002. Till then adios.

"Rugby is a beastly game played by gentlemen. Soccer is a gentleman's game played by beasts. Football is a beastly game played by beasts. " -Henry Blaha, 1972-

Names Again

The last post didn't quite come out as what I had in mind. I always have the propensity to lose focus on things I am doing. Anyway,on names,yeah English names,like Sheena,Elena,Tina,Xena,Zina,Kannina Some people I heard have some of the rather unique name,like Devil, Apple and etc. English names seem to help others to identify you more easily,especially in a generally English speaking community. Anyway,I used to ponder whether I should take up an English name as well,but in the end decided against it.Boys be boys,girls be girls,Xiao be Xiao although it can be quite ambiguous when calling out my name in a different tone or compelemented by different lah or ah. Example Siao-ah!(in a rather frustated tone) = crazy-ah Siao-ah?(questioning tone = is it Xiao? Siao-ah=(calling Xiao) Siao-lor= It is Xiao. Siao-lor=Laugh lor Hao Siao=Good Xiao Hao siao=darn small Hao siao=good laugh one of the many examples,no doubt the first 3 definitely gave me a hard time interpreting what the other party really means. Anyway,so there was once,when I was feeling rather mischievous,I identified myself with an English name. Well, in Coffeebean,after you order your drinks especially the ice-blended,you are required to wait for a while before they call you out loud to collect your ready drinks at the other side of the counter. Normally,it will be different people handling the drink and the cash counters. So,one day,I thought,maybe I should try to adopt an English name,something different,something I haven't seen in my friends' names. Finally, I decided on one name. I went to the counter to order my drink and introduce myself as "Mcginnis." I have to repeat it a few times and the guy didn't quite catch it,and I finally I spelt the name for him. Hehe.....it is going to be a real trouble for the guy handling the drinks counter. Then,while I was waiting there,it suddenly dawned on me,what if the guy mispronounce it and I have to get to the counter and collect it. All eyes in the cafe would be on me then. Darn. It may backfired.A few possiblities I thought of, he could come up with "Mr Mengganas,Mr Mengganas" Darn..... A friend of mine came up with a rather interesting way to pronounce it.. "Mr Manganese,Mr Manganese" Unsurprisingly,she was a science student too.She even laughed at me for thinking of a name coming from the Periodic Table in chemistry. Anyway back to the cafe,the moment of truth.The guy manning the counter hesitate a while before hollering: "Mr Mac-Genies,Mr Mac-Genies" Some stifled laughters were heard. That must be my drink, for no one would have such a funny-sounding name,I thought.I quickly ran to the counter to collect my drink before all the searching eyes in the cafe pinpoint where that name was coming from. Darn...what did I get myself into then? That would be that last time I am pulling such stunts.Anyway,the "correct" way I heard of pronouncing this name would be "Merck-Ga(i)n-Ness"

Name

Those who know me personally knew that I am quite a caffeine-addict. Well,I hang out quite often at Coffeebean or Starbucks(if really desperate) with a good book in my hand. Darn,that makes me sound like a loser. Ah.....never mind. I personally like reading quite a lot. As the saying goes quite sometimes ago in the radio back in Malaysia,"the more you read the better you're read." Wah,remember all these sayings, give my England a bit of "chim" sound to it. Anyway,back to the main topic. English name or rather Christian name you call it,some of us have it,some of us don't have it and probably some of us thinking of having it. I am actually comfortable with people calling me by my just my surname actually - Xiao(as in the chinese han yu pin yin) During my younger years, of course,kids being kids, a lot of people made fun of my name especially my surname,which I take it well,for well,because of my the name people call me,people remember me. Nevertheless,I was quite proud of my name then.So the name did serve me well until one day the English teacher(way back in 1993) said,"Who would want to volunteer to read the passage?" No one volunteered as we just got into Standard 3 that time. The teacher was a bit foreign to us,just like us to her but she well remembered there was a boy by the name of Xiao and so she boomed "Xiao,read." "Oh shit!" wasn't the first word that came to my mind then.My England was still in its infancy then. "Alamak,"I thought. My England not powderful enough then. The passage was so long somemore. Luckily I managed to cope quite well until I came across a slightly foreign word. Hmm...maybe I could impress the teacher by reading the word out aloud like any other words(you see,most people,soften down their tone when they are not sure)Then,it happened. The whole class bursted out laughing uncontrollably.The word?

MOSQUE

The"smart" me then read it as....

MOS-QUE

...reason being: Mos= "mos"quito Que= "queue" TRAUMA!!!TRAUMA,man...I tell you guys TRAUMA!!! However,I am actually grateful for that, I would never forget how to pronounce the word.Luckily,I had a good and kind English teacher to thank for that too.(not too sure about the standard of English in primary school now) Thank you,Ms Parvinder(I think this is her name),or whoever who used to teach English class in 3 Biru in SRK St. Joseph,Johor Bahru in 1993.If you happen to be reading this blog,teacher,I have a proud confession to make,I am sorry you only caught me TWICE with your "flying chalks" excluding once the "flying duster" I got from you when I talked in your EVERY class during the year. Hehe.....remembering old times......the name still serves me quite well,when some of my former schoolmates walked up to me and called me Xiao here in Melbourne.Sorry if my goldfish-memory can't recall their name,but hey,you only know Xiao but not my last name so that's fair enough!

I Thought...

.....I am quite an optimistic guy until I came across this blog, a real life story about a girl hit by cancer. She is just 25 years old.It was with regrets that I wrote this,for I was not lucky enough to have met you in real life,much less know you. This is a girl who made my optimism seemed like nothing. My deepest condolence to her family. May God bless them all. With that said,I would like to thank you for sharing your life with the rest of us. You might not be reading this but I am quite sure the view from among the stars is just as clear.You have given me quite an insight on the people whom I might be meeting and dealing with in the future in my line of duty. I will be sure to remind myself to keep my humanity and compassion,to treat every patient no less equal than the others. You made me realise I might not have and would never have the ability to win the battle against death,but, might have an effect as great as death itself,if not worse,with every words I spoken,every faces I made or action or inaction I took. Lest I forget,by any means,be sure to guide me back here to what I have written myself. I miss home.Being so far away do leave me with a feeling of insecurity.Pray that there won't be any untoward incidents happening to my family while I am away,and hopefully nothing too when I am with them.I have a bad feeling I can't desribe.Is it the coming exam or something else?

Post-Convocation

IMU convocation for the M2/03 batch was just over.No,I wasn't there.But that's the only thing that I can think of for the title after going through others' blogs.I am here in cold weather of Melbourne,preparing for my coming Finals in a week time.~~Sigh~~What a life...Gotta blog some shit today after which would be back to the books. Hmm......this convo word seemed to stir some memory in the time leading up to the EoS. A fellow batchmate would be remembered for her outstanding academic achievement in times to come.Like in 2020,people might be heard saying,"Wow,that's the girl who got the gold Medal.You know her?" Well,I thought I did quite a good job carving my name in another way.There are many ways to fame.I didn't do it ala some Paris persona style,of course.Who knows,in 2020,while strolling along the street,I might heard,"Wasn''t the guy who got the biggest temper in university last time?"If they can recall my name then,I might be elated.If they don't,I will prove why I got the title then.......

W for wolframium

Wolframium is another word for Tungsten. That's why Tungsten's symbol is W in the periodic table(Remember chemistry?) Thanks to wonders of internet,I can have that information in matters of seconds. Anyway,I won't be talking about the Tungsten that is used to make the bulbs filaments. It is about time to provide some insight into PDA usage. I am talking about my Tungsten T3 - a PDA,a personal digital assistant. Of course, I would much prefer an assistant that comes in "better packaging." *cough cough* I won't say my T3 looks great,it has experienced some quite rough use under the previous owner, but it sure does works great so far. I have to admit I quite like the sliding screen of T3 myself, compared to the new Palms which feature equivalent sized screen but non-slidable. I don't know I would trade a T3 for those bulkier looking PDAs. Of course,money is another problem. I have noticed Hehe... Like those PDAs-enabled-medical students, I have put it some medical studies related softwares. Currently in my PDA are

1. Harrisons 16th edition - well, I am not sure about the usage of Harrisons Principles of Internal Medicine elsewhere, but here, in Melbourne, it seemed to be the main source of reference for anything. I can't remember the umpteenth when in a PBL, the words "Oh,you will find it Harrisons";"I remembered reading in Harrisons....." and etc. What I have got in my PDA is not the full version of Harrisons. It was a concise version of it. It is handy to recall the facts you HAVE read in the bigger Harrisons. However,it is most handy when I need to sleep at night. On the PDA, read for a few minutes, and voila....a good night sleep ensues.
2. Oxford Handbook of Clinical Med 6 - Remember those yellow small Oxford books we always try to bring to postings and trainings in hope that if any unforeseen problems crop up,we will able to refer to it. I still haven't got around navigating the PDA version of it,seem to be quite an hassle. However,it has quite an interesting feature in Palms, the ability to add a personal topic. Thanks to Dr. House and broadband, I have added a new topic to mine - Naegleria meningoencephalitis, partly for the fun of it. Of course, nothing gives you better sense of security other than holding a hard,rather thick and concise clinical book in your sweaty hand when you are confronting a mean-looking consultant in the wards.
3. Dorlands - Medical dictionary,enough said
4. A2Z Drugs - when you need to refresh your memory about drugs and its actions, provided you knew them before of course.
5. 5 minutes Clinical Consult 2005 - recently installed, I personally don't use it much. I normally fall back on my books and the Oxford I had in my PDA.

I have been trying to utilise the PDA to help me with my studies. I used to have scribbled a lot on papers but as I am not a good organiser of my things, those papers where I have written some measly few critical notes,are sure hard to find at times. I still use paper and pen of course. PDA input,no matter how, is still slower than pen and paper. But the greatest thing I think you can do with my T3 is the voice recording of those sleep-inducing-insomnic-therapeutic lectures. That definitely beats the input of pen & paper provided there is not too much audio interference. Record, move it to my laptop and listen to the lectures I have slept through and....sleep again. PDAs, I tell you are quite evil at that, lull me into sleepiness in lectures because back in my heart I knew I won't miss much of it. At the end of day,when you playback the lecture you "missed",what you didn't realise is that there is a guy next to you who is having a bad time with his throat and coughing every now and then. Time to buy a friend lunch.....for lending you his notes. Okay,I know,all of us, at one time or another, have bought PDAs for entertainment on the pretext of "organising" your life.Hehe.... So far, I have only put in TextTwist and Sudoku into my T3 to make sure there is something to pass my time while waiting for friends or next lectures. My T3 could have doubled up as an MP3 player if I have space to spare of course in the 128mb SD. It's really time to get a bigger SD but things are quite expensive here as compared to Lowyat. Must tahan till end of year...... Since it is a second hand model I bought, I am considering to invest in a new battery. Palm as far as I know, don't have replaceable battery for T3. In fact,it should not be replaceable. So you got those dunno-what-company making batteries for T3,it will involve a little bit of screwing and unscrewing on your own to get it done,hoping that in the process of doing so, you didn't leave any damage to its innards. I just realised T3 has a volatile memory as compared to the newer Tx and T5.Volatile memory means the data stored inside the PDA(PDA storage and your SD card storage are 2 seperate storage) would be lost if it runs out power.Newer models won't experience that. Wonder what problem could have happen if I replace the battery. Maybe I shouldn't do anything to it ......yet.....

Deleting zero bytes files

Had a couple of botched downloads sitting on my desktop. They somehow turned into zero bytes undeletable files. Finally found a way around it thanks to google. 1. Close all open programs. 2. Open a command prompt. 3. Right-click the taskbar, and select task manager 4. On the Processes tab, select Explorer.exe, and click the End Process button. 5. Minimize Task Manager, but don't close it. 6. At the command prompt, use the delete command to remove the file, and close the command prompt. 7. In Task Manager, go to File | New Task (Run). 8. In the Create New Task dialog box, enter Explorer.exe, and click OK. 9. Close Task Manager. Hope this will help those having the same problems.

My "New" Companion

Just got myself a "new" companion - a Palm PDA. Well,it is not really new, I got it off ebay,so yeah,it is a second hand Tungsten T3. Been bugging YP with all sorts of questions about it,well she used to own the same model. Thanks a lot YP for your patience if you are reading this. It's been 4 days of "hotsyncing",frustations,googling and learning how to scribble all sorta characters on the tiny transflective screen.Just managed to link my laptop, handphone and T3 via bluetooth the other day.(Refer to previous post) There seems to be a lot of things this tiny rectangular gadget can do. Probably,like the rest of the medical students, I have installed some medical softwares into it and will see how it will assist me or my rather forgetful brain.Seems like 128 MB is not really enough. Looking at upgrading it to 512 mb or probably 1GB SD card. Will see how this little electronic companion complement my brain.......hopefully not the other way round...

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Test post from Tungsten T3

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Test post from Tungsten T3

My Human Growth Chart

Since my earliest memory was when I was 5 years old,I shall start with 5 5 y/o : "Cry and I will get my toy" 6 y/o : "Better do my homework, I don't want to be caned" 7 y/o : "No use crying, Dad is not going to get my toy anyhow" 8 y/o : "You reap what you sow" 9 y/o : "Good guys always win the bad guys" 10 : "Mosque is not pronounced as most-queue" 11 : "Dad seems to know and able to fix everything under the sun" 12 : "First major exam, must do well" 13 : "Hmm....strange. Why the rest of the students seem to be polarised?" 14 : "No,Mum.You don't need to hold my hand anymore. I wont get lost" 15 : "I think I know as much things as Dad.Oh by the way,Dad,this is what is written here......" 16 : "I can fix my computer better than my Dad,slowly catching up to the 324,657 things he can fix" 17 : "Good deeds are not always repaid with its equal" 18 : "OMG.....she sure is stunning.I can die happy already" 19 : "In life, efforts are not the only that decide things." 20 : "I know,I know, Dad. Study hard and I do not have to worry about funding. You said you will find a way.By the way, you gotta watch your blood pressure and sugar intake." 21 : "Life sometimes is just so not fair,it was never meant to be anyway." 21+ : "Air sure smells different in a westernised country but things are sure expensive here" Adios.

Anzac Day

Today is a public holiday for Australia and New Zealand,so I thought might as well do some update here,as urged by my dear Eugenia. So what is this ANZAC day all about?Did some searches throught wiki, our friendly web Mr Know-it-all. It stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps - ANZAC. Sounds a bit mitalitarist here, had a special day allocated to celebrate the army? Actually, the day is reserved to commomerate those who perished in the battle during the World War I,specifically the ANZAC,during the attack on the Gallipoli beach in Turkey.The ANZAC was the vanguard,as in being the first to rush to the battlefield.It is the D-day for the Australian and NZ army, like the D-day for Allied forces attacking German in France back then. However as Murphy's Law state, "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong",the navigators apparently screwed up then. Instead of landing at a coast where there is not-so-steep beach to advance,they landed at a coast facing a hill,tranlating a relatively walk by the seaside into an literally uphill task. From then on,the battle turned into a massacre of the invading army. It sorta reminds me of the Tugu Negara back in KL.The communists, Rundingan Baling and etc.Hmm....come to think of it,I haven't seen that Tugu for ages. Shall add to the things to do when I go back to Malaysia. I should be studying instead of reading some boring historical articles here. One more thing, just want to wish a Happy Belated Birthday to Yi Wei, Song and Sheena. Adios...

Introducing....... Amateur Transplants

Eternal Clerking(to the tune of Eternal Flame) Do come in, Please close the door, Thankyou, Tell me what's been the problem. How long has this been for? Does it feel the same? Is there any bleeding? With this burning, or just internal pain? Does it spread, to your back? Does it, sometimes wake you from sleeping? Are your motions black? Are you passing blood? Is it on the paper, Or mixed in with it? Just when did it start? How long ago? Tell me do you smoke? Take any medication? Have you ever had a stroke? Have you had rheumatic fever? No? Funny that. Close your eyes, Give me your hands, Say �ah�, I'll listen to your heart beating. Please say �ninety-nine�, �ninety-nine�, �ninety-nine�! You look a bit anaemic. Now here's some questions, we ask everyone� Say your name, What's the date today? When did World War 1 start? What's the current monarch�s name? Can you take seven from a hundred? Again! Again! Again! Again! Now what's the address I asked you to remember? Just sit back, Let me lie you flat, Tell me if I hurt you, And I'm sorry but after that, I need to pop a gentle finger in� Uh hum� Dry your eyes, Give me your hand, madam, Kindly stop with your weeping, You must understand, That we really need To investigate you �Cos you have got an intestinal bleed� Source So someone has beaten me to it....Darn....have to admire their creativity sometimes.