random manners

i just saw my GP. she was simply the sweetest. her day shouldn't have been marred by my presence. my big mouth was in full blast. i was citing an example i shouldn't even remotely cited. was i carried away by my emotion or was i being mean? i hope she was able to write off my miscue. i didn't mean to be unperceptive.

as a hospital bed occupier recently, it was so unpleasant to be barked at with a thirty-nine degree fever. certain cultures definitely have their share of distinctiveness but when it's no longer the proper etiquette it shouldn't be tolerated. or should it? should we just turn a blind eye because that's the essence of their upbringing in their continent? whoever has the stronger personality wins? it doesn't mean that if you tend to be amiable you're a pushover, you just know your manners (photo credit -- nbc.com).

That best portion of a good man's life,
His little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love
---William Wordsworth---

i'm slowly recovering from the emotional pain. though there is still some remnants of the physical ordeal. i also need to study. i need to embrace the facts about the scrubs. it's not an ideal universe to accumulate pecuniary compensation. but as i get battered with unfathomable mindsets by my familial sphere, there's this enduring quest to draw inward strength despite criticisms.