The Sky never was the Limit...with God

Ramblings and reflections of one growing in stature and wisdom and in his walk with God :)

8:26 PM

Stuck at LCY

Etched by Isaac

Here I am sitting at a table in London City Airport.
It's a foggy day, and every single flight out of the airport has been delayed - mine currently at two hours 20 minutes later than scheduled. It's not a bad thing in itself as I had an early flight - it would be a lot worse if my flight was the last one (as it was the last time I flew, and it was delayed), and I'm not working today, but it still annoying that right now I should have already reached Glasgow.

I know it's been a long time since I last updated my blog, and it's still going to be awhile till I get to properly update it. Unfortunately it takes time to update, and it's not my top priority in life at the moment (it actually ever has been). Seems like time flies! I'm now four months plus into my new job - and am happy to have finished my posting in Surgery (now in Medicine, albeit in the busiest ward in the hospital but I still enjoy it).

Since the last time I have properly posted, the following things have taken place in my life:

- Sat for and passed medical school finals (Praise the Lord!)
- Blessed with a new girlfriend - Esther!
- Went back to Malaysia for a week
- Came over to the UK with family for a pre-graduation holiday trip (also praise the Lord)
- Started working
- Bought a new phone on the first day of the job (Nokia 6)
- Started an audit and presented a poster at a national level conference (also praise the Lord)
- Flown many times to and from Glasgow Airport
- Entered the magical world of RimWorld

I obviously don't have the time to blog like how I used to but I can confirm that God has still and will always be ever-present in my life. His hand is clearly upon my life, protecting me, guarding me, and guiding me. There has been just so much favour which I would not have had otherwise. All glory to God!

There have been many times when I wondered why I'm doing what I'm doing. Medicine is pretty horrible as a career path. It takes a certain breed of tenacious person to want to excel in Medicine. So much time and energy needed to be dedicated to this art/science which is easily capable of stifling every other possible pursuit in life. After all, there's just so much to learn and do in this constantly-expanding field.

The one thing I do know however, is that God placed me here in this time and place for a reason. Surely if He brought me here, kept me going, and sustained me through all these trials, there must be a purpose for all this. Most of the time the questions in my mind revolve around two main issues:

1. Why medicine?
2. Why the UK?

Generally most people back home would have the impression that it's great to work in the UK. From what most international graduates say, and myself, it's a totally different kettle of fish to which the one main upside is that the currency we earn here has pretty good purchasing power. Every country has its own set of troubles of course, and the UK is no different. My personal opinion is that I'd be happier back home - due to proximity to family, fantastic food, and the local cultural values. But for now, I am thankful to have a job - there's still the almost-a-year-long queue back home which I've already kinda entered. Just too easy to rot away at home post-exams.

Christmas and New Year are coming, and I'm the only one in my rotational group to be working all four public holidays (thankfully I get lieu days though). I will get to say that I worked Christmas and Boxing Day nights (and New Year's day and subsequent public holiday). I get horrified looks and responses from nursing staff when I casually mention that I'm working all the public holidays (plus Good Friday) as Christmas and New Year's are big events over here where people generally return to their hometowns. In London, public transport comes to a halt on Christmas Day itself - yes, the drivers get to go home too!).

Back home because we have so many cultural and religious public holidays, I guess the different staff groups take turns to cover each other, which does result in more functionality all year round.

The grass is always greener on the other side, no?

I believe that it's better to water the grass on your own side, than to peer over the fence and say that the grass is greener over there, simply because over the other side, there are plenty of people saying the exact same thing.

Can't wait to be back home.

But it's amazing to be in the same time zone as my beautiful girlfriend!
We'll see how God shapes our paths. He is always good. =)

In general observation, Scottish people are nicer than English people, and Irish people are nicer than Scottish people. I haven't had enough contact with Welsh people to establish their level of niceness, but most people say that Welsh are similar to Scottish in the sense that they have a good sense of humour and are generally nice.

I like Scotland.
The water tastes fantastic (you don't know until you've tasted it, after being stuck with hard water prior to soft water).
The lifestyle is a bit less hectic.
The people are generally nicer.
The cost of living is generally lower.

But the weather is colder and wetter, but so far I've survived (yes, even the recent -8 degrees conditions).

Living here, I can afford to live on my own, so I'm doing just that. For a price slightly higher than what I paid to rent a room in Brighton, I now rent a whole two-bed flat. Yes, a TWO-bed flat.
(two bed because no more one beds la).

I lived on the floor for a period of time before I could get furniture delivered in. It's difficult to synchronise the delivery days/times with my working rota. The moment I completed the construction of my table was crazily memorable - I felt such a sense of happiness. Like YESSSSSS FINALLY I HAVE A TABLE. So much happiness from such a simple thing.

I've been cooking as usual, and have managed to meet people to play badminton when I'm not stuck at work. My everyday aim at work from the get-go is to get out of work on time as there's no allowance for overtime, i.e., overtime reduces my average hourly wage, which is officially about £11.20 after tax (it's okay).

I never thought I'd become a frequent flier, but I have. Visiting Esther is high on my priority list, and oddly enough, flights from my side to hers are as low as half the price of her side to mine (must be London marketing / prices) so I fly more often to see her. God is amazing - He created a significant other who is perfect for me, and led me to her (plenty of circumstances which could not otherwise be engineered).

This is a relatively long post, which I will supplement with photos later on when I'm back etc. Now still in airport, hopefully the time won't delay further - I still need to go grocery shopping, and change my body clock as I just got off a stretch of four night shifts, after three day shifts. I work a rota which rotates between seven days' work + two days off and five days' work + two days off. On a 1.5x banded rota, the official maximum average hours a week is 72 (obviously lower than back home la) but sometimes we work about 80 I guess.

I like night shifts - they're pretty exciting. I get to do stuff I otherwise wouldn't get to do, because the hospital has only four doctors on site at night. The other day I assessed a patient which changed from dyspnoea to possible cardiac arrest to possible stroke. Quite interesting indeed.

Once again, I am thankful that God has kept me going all this time. Sometimes it's extra difficult - something only people living far away from home will understand - and it's also linked to being a foreigner, and being able to see things in a different light from the way locals do. So many problems, so few people implementing solutions, but then again it's not my country, and my country has problems of its own too. The one thing I know is that God always has His best plan for each country - not sure how He works His ways, but I know He always does.

Signing off till I update this post with photos - hopefully soon.
God bless =)

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