Our former biology teacher, Mdm Oksana, from 1st year returns to 5th year to teach tropical biology. It surprises me that she still remembers us by name and face. In roll call when my name is called out, she adds that I look different from back then *big grin*.
Some of my group mates recall that she is one of the teachers to look out for, but the only thing I remember about her is that she can be endearing, and strict, yes, but she is a good teacher. Plus, I like Biology class back then because I enjoy drawing and coloring them parasites =)
Today in gynaecology class my class were brought to the procedure room to witness a spontaneous abortion using the dilation & curettage (D&C) method. The patient had a condition called anembryonic gestation, where there is an absence of an embryo during the gestation period but with a a near complete gestational sac (amniotic fluid, chorion, etc). To put simply, the patient was pregnant, but without the fetus.
Anyway, my point is that I’ve witnessed an abortion. It was not a pretty sight. By this procedure, the doctor scrapes out the endometrium (uterine lining) through the vaginal opening, and that also includes the developing fetus. The procedure is controversial in a way, because by scraping, it kinda “minces” the fetus.
Fortunately, there is no embryo due to the condition. So what scraped out were just bits and pieces of the gestational sac and blood. I’m thankful I’m not hemophobic, else I would have fainted there and then.
During the procedure I can’t help but to imagine if there was an embryo. And if it was, it would look like a butcher in progress.
Before this, I feel somewhat indifferent to abortion rights. There were different views on when life begins for a fetus. I once believe that life begins when the fetus has definite anatomical features. I’m not so sure anymore. Only God knows.
I don’t want to preach on about moralities or the sin of abortion, but please, for the sexually active people out theres, if you want to have pre-marital sex, USE PROTECTION. Avoid having an unwanted child and then resort to abortion.
This is by far, the most traumatic procedure I’ve ever seen.
The only time I feel accomplished is when I clean. A clean environment is a clear mind. Being a bit OCD isn’t as bad as anyone think. The downside to being a bit OCD is that once you start, you won’t stop until everything in your path is in order.
The streets are suddenly noisy. People cheering and cars honking. The fireworks are heard somewhere in the distance. I look at the time. 1am. Fireworks again and this time it’s close by. Yes, I muttered to myself as I lie in bed, it must be football. And the Russian team must have won. Is it like this in your country?
Direct translation? Day of heroes. War heroes, to be exact. Or maybe, Victory day?
Started out yesterday night when Jozzy called me out for a walk with Mike. Went to buy drinks and fried chicken and ate on university quad on the benches.
Mike gave Jozzy and me the purple flower each.
We talked until it was too late for me to return back to my hostel, so I slept over her place. Woke up, had coffee and went to meet Mike and Chun Kiat and we walked all the way to Red Square, bought cotton candies on the way.
We had shashlik (barbecued meat) under the hot sun, til it rained.
By then we had finished eating. Rain was sparse and drizzling, on and off. Walked towards Pushkinsky mall. Saw an Army band play outside the complex, til it rained again.
Decided to go bowling, found out during this holiday, the price was hiked up to 400rub (approx. 43 ringgit) Decided against it, and walked back home, occasionally taking shelter from the rain.
All and all, I had fun despite the rain. Beats partying out. This is the first time I’ve ever done this kind of thing in this 5 years living in Kursk. 5 years too late, Teah told me. Yeah, I said, because of the ol’ ball and chain.
Tonight there will be fireworks on the Red Square. And a concert. Mainly, fireworks. I should go see it at least once ‘cause I never went to New Years or Christmas celebration on the Red Square. Sounds petty, right?
I wish Jazly and I could have gotten together earlier. ‘Cause we didn’t have the chance to do spring and summer activities. Miss you >.<
I myself have encountered these ‘Metro dogs’ during my trip to Moscow last January. I nearly sat on the sleeping dog when I entered the train, thinking the seats were unoccupied. The dog occupied 3 seats >.<