exhausted

my attachment/elective at NUH started on monday..and i am doing paediatrics physiotherapy for the next 4 weeks.

i am SOOOOOOOOO exhausted.

not cos of the frequent playing i have to do with the kids..not cos of the hours i spent rolling around on the mats with kids who cannot walk...

but because everyday when i come home, i am greeted by the sight on my house in total mess and chaos. so i cannot just sit back and relax. i have to help my mummy sweep and mop and wipe. by the time i have dinner, it's about 9pm...and then, before i know it, my eyelids droop and i had to go to bed.

just the effort of typing this blog is giving a terrible headache. i am not complaining about my attachment (yet...) my physio is a great person...and the patients we see are really interesting. though their conditions really do break my heart at times. young, innoncent children stricken with diseases that leave them unable to do the simple things that most kids can. and some of them are born 'normal' and uncomplicated...but their simple lives crushed by an infection or a fall..or by reasons unknown. especially when the patient is a little baby...small and fragile,but with a will to live so strong...fighting to stay alive, struggling to take each breath or move each limb.

and let's not forget the caregivers who give their time and almost their lives to care for these brave kids. parents who continue to carry their child on/off wheelchairs, who stayed by their child's bedside to give them the morale to go on fighting...maids who are in charge of the child's stretching routine, who knows more about the child's progress than the parents.

i'm only halfway through this week...but the effort to keep my eyes open and tear-free is getting harder and harder.

Merry Christmas to everyone...and please keep in mind these brave soldiers, fighting in endless battles to keep themselves moving and alive.