2nd June 2001

I'm falling in love... with a song :) I feel rather unoriginal writing this, but I really have... You know its making a big impression when you've played it back four times in a row... and you hit "play" yet again... The words I can mention, to show my devotion - I want to fall in love with you, I want to fall in love with you...

Thoughts for the day? I have none! It's summer, too perfect, too warm, too... happy. Too much to do, too much to read... tututu :) Too many toos... lets just drum a neat tatoo on the tabble, to the tune of "Blown" which I saw last night, on Smack the Pony... a perfect (and rude) caricature of Natalie Imbruglia's Torn... oh. wait. I do have a thought for the day... you can't escape that easily ;)

In kiddy clinic the other day (which makes sense, since I'm doing my paediatrics rotation) and a mother brought her twin daughters in... one, a healthy, happy, bright child, zooming around the room and bouncing off the walls at light speed (as children do), returning now and then to the pram her sister was kept strapped in, to kiss her affectionately; the other, her identical twin in every way except for her cerebral palsy, acquired during a traumatic birth... leaving her substantially learning impaired, and unable to walk or co-ordinate her movements, lying an empty shell in the pram making pointless little jerking motions and ghastly gagging noises through the consultation... staring into the eyes of two children who looked so, so incredibly similar, I could almost begin to see the human soul in one, and in the other... trapped. What would it be like, I wonder, to be that little girl zooming around the room, to have a sister that will grow up to look exactly like her, but always lie stricken and... empty... in her bed? To wonder about what it might have been to have a twin she could speak to and understand in intimate ways nobody else could... or perhaps they do, anyhow. Who can say. And what would it be like to be that stricken child? I can't even begin to imagine...

On the wards, a completely different story... an infant, with Aperts syndrome.... face horribly malformed by skull bones that fused too early, looking out at his world through buggy eyes... and such a spirit of joy and sparkling intelligence. No tragedy there, everyone loves him to bits despite his horrible tendency to drool copiously all over you gleefully... they blame it on his malformed mouth... looking into his happily gleaming little buggy eyes, i know better... it'll just be our little secret, eh you nasty little bugger :)

Oh! Newsflash! Someone's just passed her driving test! A moment to commemmorate... unfortunately, all I can do is put it to type on this page, and mis-spell the word commemorate while I'm at it... but congratulations, illusive one :) I'd have offered you a (very rare for me) hug if I could have been there in real life... but unfortunately I'm at home, looking out the window at the most perfect, perfect day that it's suddenly become, imagining what it would be like to be sitting on a canal, fishing in the warmth of the sun :) I'm glad...