Tuesday, 13 July 1999

Today was one of those days when, if I were a dog, I'd walk home tail between my legs, head bowed down low, whimpering away. And nope, it wasn't a bad hair day ... it was worse.

We were taught how to take blood pressure (BP) readings today. I was proud that I did my reading and research before-hand and could even pronounce and spell "Sphygmamanometer" (err... did I spell that correctly now? hehehe!) a.k.a. "blood pressure machine". But well, knowing the equipment name isn't even half the battle won... but of course.

I was an eager-beaver when I got one classmate from my group to be my 'patient'. We were all getting better at taking temperature, pulse and respiration readings by now. When I tried to listen to my classmate's pulse via the stethoscope though, I couldn't hear a thing!!!! Panic!!! I heard nothing!!!

It wasn't only me, apparently, who couldn't hear anything. Several other classmates, if not all of us, had great difficulty detecting the heartbeat. The tutor warned us to stop listening to our Walkman / Discman immediately because we had to develop a good sense of hearing.

Well, it was one of those tail-between-legs, lonesome-houndog kinda day for me. I really do hope that I can develop that keen sense of hearing otherwise, this handicap would seriously affect my future. :(

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