Linking up with Christine from Bookishly Boisterous for this post. In her words, It allows book bloggers (or any blogger, for that matter) to write about pretty much anything, bookish or otherwise.
1. I haven’t read all week. I started Lauren Beukes’ Moxyland over the weekend (remember Zoo City, which I loved, and her latest, Shining Girls, which I haven’t read yet) and it is a fascinating approach to Sci-Fi. Anaesthesiology has been keeping me too busy to read this week.
2. And by busy I mean MY BRAIN HURTS. This discipline is so far removed from my comfort zone. It is nothing like other medical or surgical rotations. I have no idea how I am going to manage to do my “solo” cases next week.
3. How did Malala Yousafzai not win the Nobel Peace Prize? I don’t understand. The chemical watchdog was not even successful in its attempts. I have this nauseating thought that the committee thought her “too young”. Author Zakes Mda said it best:
4. The Boy’s mom bought Malala’s autobiography (I am Malala) and I’m so looking forward to reading it. Soon as I get through this rotation. Soon, soon.
5. I have Impostor Syndrome. Yes, I’m self-diagnosing.
6. Summer is around the corner and I am so excited. I’m going to go home for the first time this year, and get home-cooked food, and see my family every day and go to library and… ah. I feel like packing already. But I can’t. Must… Study…
7. I think that everyone should have to sleep a compulsory amount of hours, calibrated to their physiological needs. Too little sleep is not conducive to world peace. I’m sure many wars started because a leader was feeling crabby from too little sleep. If we can dictate that anaesthetists and air traffic controllers must get enough sleep, then I think we should do it for everyone. Because, tired.
8. Thinking of signing up for NaNoWriMo again this year. I don’t think I wrote more than a chapter for it last year. Maybe this year I can do better.
10. Went to an awesome restaurant with The Boy, his family and Little Sister on Sunday. Another family sat right across from us and I saw a little girl reading a Judy Blume book. I felt like we had an invisible bond (even though she wouldn’t have known that I was carrying a book in my handbag. I didn’t read at the table, of course. Getting older means people expect you to be sociable). Bookworms for life!