I had a pretty relaxing weekend. Forgettable maybe.. but who's complaining? Hah.

Made a homevisit to one of my patients yesterday, who lived about 40 minutes out of town. I was nervous on the way to my patient's place, my mind constantly conjuring up images of her and how to conduct my interview.. as we had never met before (I only knew her details from her GP that I am currently attached to).

Truthfully, I had expected her to be a somewhat stunted looking morbidly obese woman with a pot-belly - that when I finally laid my eyes on her, I was (pleasantly) surprised to see that she was ... ordinarily looking, albeit slightly overweight. Hrm. Lesson learnt: Never make preassumptions on someone before you meet the person.

Our talk ran smoothly - which I was grateful of. I made myself forget that I was a medical student who had series of questions to ask and a set of goals to achieve. I was amazed as she talk passionately about yoga. I reflected upon myself, had I ever be this passionate about something?

Before I left, she giggled and whispered to me that she had been naughty with her pills. I asked her bits and pieces of her medications and encouraged her to stay on her pills. I left knowing that my words might not even have any impact on her.. I am having the same problem with my own beloved mother to make her swallow her medications too.. so what makes I think that I could make a stranger to adhere to my advice?

After all.. I am just a 22 year old someone who is still playing around in this big field called "medicine" anyway..