My current worry is textaphrenia.

What is textaphrenia?

Textaphrenia is thinking a message had arrived when it hadn't, while textiety is the anxious feeling of not receiving or sending text messages.

"With textaphrenia and textiety there's a feeling no one loves me, no one's contacted me," the Daily Telegraph quoted a girl as saying.

When I am with a couple of friends, it's fine. I don't check my phone at all. But if I'm alone, I check for texts every 5 minutes (because my phone is always on silent, non vibration). I know it is sickening.

I'm SO addicted. Sigh. Chocolate was easier to give up!! Not a good sign at all. I feel I'm calling cancer when I talk on the phone for hours.

You want to know what is worse?

I fully use it even in Hospital :O

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

I've Learned ...

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it
seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things:a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. 
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back. 
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. 
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to feel shame of feeling ill again.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someones life , People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

Sealed with  kiss  by Nandini !

H-O-T

Do you feel a certain restlessness ? maybe breathlessness coupled with butterflies in your stomach,which ultimately makes you see small small stars and countless planets in front of your eyes?
Don't worry it isn't that usual confluence of emotions called LOVE , you're just getting a heat stroke.

If you never knew the meaning of feeling HOT, well now you know it. At least I do :|

My feet and hands have been charcolized and I don't even live in the Africa .... wondering if that would make me candidate enough to be a penguin in my next reincarnation. Sigh!

You know the heat has got to you when you cant think about anything other than it.
your thoughts go like : "Oh No! Its so shine-ly sunny outside" or" Man! Can't bear to step outside  even for the  exam I have to give" or "Where's my chata , where's my chata"[ jo mere pass kabhi thaa he naii ]

Even people like me who always believed that SUN is really a very good source of Vitamin D have been taken down.I dont know if SPF's even work, but I sure need a LCD screen.And then amidst all this hotness, I've still   have to go  out side, forgetting  about the omnipresent yellow-ness,  

So stay cool my Friends I have little more then 4 weeks to go from here! after that I'll be in Normal-Land :) 
Enthused by reactions of friends and family here is my perfect recipe for cold coffee:-

For 2 glasses :-

Pour in a Mixer/ Shaker

7-8 cubes of ice
4 teaspoons of coffee 
2 teaspoons of sugar
1/2 glass of cold water
lil less than 1 full glass of milk

Mix/shake as long as u don't hear the ice getting crushed. and Viola! Its ready :)"

tip 1: to save your mixie from damage, you can crush the ice before putting it in.
tip 2: never ever and swear to god use those ghastly instant cold coffee pouches!!

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Scream Enough and You’ll get what you Want...

The other day I was about to discharge a psych patient who had been signed out to me from the night before. The psychiatrist had evaluated a woman with a long history of cocaine and ETOH abuse who had come in seeking psych admission. It was evident to the doctor that the patient was just “wanting a place to stay” because she did not like staying with her sister any more. She denied suicidal ideation and had never had a history of self injury. Thus, he told me I could discharge her. Great. No prob.

Five minutes later all hell broke loose. The woman absolutely refused to leave and threw everything around in her room. She screamed curses at us and spat on the floor. She capped off this tantrum with a loud proclamation – “God Dammit, I am gonna KILL MYSELF if you don’t admit me!!!! To me, this was obvious bull shit and I was ready to call the police to escort her out, but alas, my spineless psychiatric Doctor  had no such balls. He broke down after 10 minutes and admitted her for hotel room accommodations at taxpayer expense because of her threats. Of course I found out that two days later, after the long weekend, she signed herself out of the hospital, evidently convincing the psychiatrist on call that day that she was not suicidal after all. What a surprise.

Sealed with a kiss by Nandini !

Got 10 Minutes to Run and Get Something to Eat? Think Again.

It really sucks when it is so busy that you don’t get a chance to eat for 8-10 hours. I am not counting poaching a Jello cup from the patient refrigerator – I mean able to sit down for 10 or 15 min and eat some left overs from the night before or some semi-edible grub from the cafeteria. You basically wait til you see the opportunity (like a short track speed skater waiting to make a pass) and then seize it. You suddenly realise everyone is on a holding pattern no one needs to be seen right away. Off you go. You decide to rush off to the cafeteria and hopefully there is something there that is not totally laden with fat and sodium that actually tastes good. You stand in line anxiously awaiting your turn to pay so you can scarf down that pasta  thing. Unfortunately fate can be cruel. You may get  call back to report to the station or  there may be several elderly people in front of you taking a million years to count out pennies to pay for their Boston Creme Pie, You may have forgotten money yourself. Or worse, the person in front of you may suddenly get lightheaded and syncopise right there in the check out line. You will then have to abandon your anticipated nourishing behaviour and put your food down. You will have to run the rapid response call right there in front of the register while everyone gawks. You will have to help put the person on the stretcher and then accompany them over to the ER. Alas, they will be your next patient and you will remain hungry.

Sealed with  kiss by Nandini !