Man Survives Rare Skin-Shedding Disease

April 29, 2008

 Here’s an article I’d like to share with all of you. .

 

Harlequin Ichthyosis Usually Fatal At Birt

SAN DIEGO — A young San Diego man is truly a medical miracle.

 

He was born with a rare skin disorder that is usually fatal at birth.

The birth of a child is a time of celebration and anticipation. Anna-Marie Gonzalez wanted what every parent desires — a healthy child.

"I was just hoping that he had a little nose," Gonzalez said.But when she first laid eyes on her newborn son, Ryan, she was shocked."When I first saw Ryan, I just started crying. It just looked so bad," Gonzalez said.

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I’ll wait

 

*hugs iph* I’m not leaving you just yet!

 

I’ve decided I like iph’s post template too much and it’s convenience in posting a lot more than I do on blogspot. So for that, I’ll wait. Plus, the connection isn’t really all that slow in uni. Pretty decent actually.  So for when the connection is slow, I shall post on blogspot. And for when it isn’t, I shall be here. I love gorgeous iph.

 

Plus TONNES of people have been saying how gorgeous you look, iph. And it’s so eaasy to make posts as well. Just the time. Tho, on good internet days and in uni, it takes pretty fast to load up. Nuffnang can wait. Or just bloody figure out how to put ads on this platform.

 

You hear that nuffnang??!!

 

=P

 

Anyhoo, I started this post in class. But I’m always busy in class, trying to catch up with the lecture, trying to follow. So many things to remember, so lil of what I DO remember. To top it off, I haven’t been spending enough time with Emperor Insanity. And he’s not too happy about it either. It’s hard when there’s so much to do. I want so badly to do so but at this moment, I can’t afford to let anything affect my books. It’s not fair to him. But that’s the way the cookie crumbles, I guess.

 

 Then folks at home don’t make things any easier either. I just want to be left ALONE to handle uni. ENOUGH distractions. 

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 To top it off, in Latin dance class today, I just HAD to step on Blondie’s foot with my heels. It wasn’t enough that I bulldozed into someone while doing some twirl, I had to step on someone else’s foot too and she CRIED.

 

Maybe I shouldn’t be there. Or go off to some quiet corner and dance by myself so I don’t hurt anyone. 

 

Sigh. I don’t know. It’s been such a stressful day, knowing our first summatives are 7 weeks apart. I’ve got to start studying harder. I want good grades in this.

 

 Till I get bored from reading and start typing out nonsense again. . .

 

 

Tempted to shift

 

It’s just the time loading factor. And the fact that nuffnang doesn’t support iph. I blog so much and get good traffic, I SHOULD be making money outta it. But I have letting go issues. Oh yes. -_-

 

My day was pretty ordinary today. Nothing of particular interest. I woke up late as always, rushed to uni, Lucky Lulu saved me a seat and oh glory, next to the lovebirds. Heh. 

 

Moving on. . .

 

Then I had to go for the ISOW meeting, we went to meet our teacher advisor today. Prof Vishna’s alright, but she gives me the impression of being those ‘touch&go’ sorts. A working lecturer, who makes possibly quite a bit lecturing students on medicine, is worried about how much a text message to a student’s gonna cost her.

 

A bit too the kanjus for me.

 

So after that, we headed to the cafe for brunch and had our second commitee meeting there to discuss the details for the welcoming/farewell party for ISOW. Yes people, JOIN In Support of Women! Posters and details to be coming soon, right after PBL is over and done with -_-

 

So much for last minute. I did ALL my research today and what’s funny is that, all the materials are in Marieb and our lecture notes this time. No need for internet research. Well, at least not for my part. This is gonna be our last PBL session with Mr Niraj.

 

*throws confetti* Yay! Maybe now I can actually look forward to PBL.

 

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 My neck and upper back has been aching for the past few days. And my left ankle. I have no idea what happened. I have NOT had any strenuous sudden physical activity to exert such dull aches and pains in those regions. I can’t turn left. So if you sit on my left side and try to stir up a conversation with me, I’m sorry, I don’t intend to be rude staring straight ahead just that, whatever you’re going on about, seriously isn’t worth the pain that’s gonna come if I put more effort into seeming attentive. 

 

Mum deduced I must have a thick hide. Heh. Because Deep Heat Rub didn’t work. Nope. I felt NOTHING. No stinging burning sensation, not even a calming cool mentholated feeling, NO. Nothing. And the aches are STILL there. Mum pressed and she pressed but she must be really weak because I felt NOTHING. If not that, we’re back to the Thick Hide hypothesis.

 

And so my pain lives on. Jeremy offered to snap my neck into position.

 

-_- Over my dead body.

 

So he  contented himself with taking a picture and adding it to these templates he has on his phone. I saw him fidgeting with his phone, asked him what was up and voila, my instincts were right, I was the victim. And I will NOT post that picture up here because I look ridiculous. I am pretty photogenic and I will NOT have that photo destroying my track record of looking incredibly gorgeous in stills.

 

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Sigh. Tension is sinking in. Going through all my notes made me realise how much there is to read that I have to know. What sucks is that I could have JUST gone through it but could not remember it a few days later. It’s utter bollocks I tell you. I go through stuff diligently and THEN I can’t for my LIFE remember what it was, exam-style. Summatives are in 7 weeks but there’s SO MUCH. SO much I tell you.  

 

I’m tired. I really am. So many responsibilities, so much I want to accomplish yet, there’s something always in the way. I twist and turn my routine to adjust to new changes and adapt. But when it doesn’t get appreciated or doesn’t seem enough, I feel spent. And I get tired. Soon, the impatience sets in. Then it accumulates. And then panic mode. And then comes the part I don’t like, where I lash out. I don’t like that. I don’t like lashing out at people I care about.

 

Sigh.

 

Tension sinks in. I’ve lost the mojo to blog about the random thoughts that invade my reverie each day. I find myself becoming a little bit more closed up, to the new people I’ve met. It’s weird. Possibly post-trauma neurosis or some shit like that. It’s funny how people and emotions can inflict that on you.  

 

Double sigh.

 

Med school, isn’t all that cracked up to be. I guess, I’m really beginning to truly see what being a doctor is about. How you put the lives of others, ahead of yours. . .and fuck, this is just first year. I can only imagine what it’s gonna be like later on. . .

 

Gonna have to rethink a lot of things in life. Like I said.

 

I have trouble letting go.