License to kheal.

And so they release us out into the world with little blue cards with our names on them, only Samuel Sim now was a prefix that gives an air of legitimacy that belies the nervousness in our newfound independence and responsibility.

Nurses start giving way, patients start listening, and for once there isn't a friendly number to call for help if something goes awry - after all, they are my patients now, and I am their doctor. They trust me to do no harm, to recommend the best course of action in every circumstance, and to carry out my duties with competence...and so I shall, to the best of my ability.

Of course, ability varies proportionately to the amount of sleep we get the night before.

Otherwise, the sun still shines (boy it's hot...wish I was back in Iceland), friends remain friends, faith/hope/love endure and guitar strings still rust and want a-changing.

Later.