I know, I know… I have been feeling a little bit off for the past few days. A lot of things happened that I just couldn’t quite catch up emotionally. But now I’m back to flowers, back to feeling fine, back to my optimistic gear.

Today I have just finished my psychiatry clerkship, which I have to admit, was very very interesting. We went into the female ward and witnessed behaviors that were like, sooo out of the norms, and sometimes they can get quite cute and funny that you just couldn’t help but laughed. I know it was wrong to laugh, and trust me, we did try not to. One of my group members actually had to look the other way, trying to hold back his laughter, while his face turned tomato-red.

But I believe that we didn’t actually laughed at them, it was more like laughing as though somebody has cracked a joke to us, because their remarks and observations can be completely different from what we expected. Sometimes, the patients said on something full of sarcasm, but very true.

Another thing was, I, myself, was split into two. I did not know whether I should sympathize with them or be happy for them. Which is worse, you think - pitying these ‘abnormal’ people, who actually live quite happily in their own world, or being rather happy for them, when actually they are mentally disabled to a point which they have to rely on medications for life and have supportive care from their family?