Saving fish from drowning....

That's the title of Amy Tan's book, which I've yet to read. Someday maybe, when I've the time..

It occurred to me when a friend forwarded me the story of how a catfish half-swallowed a basketball and as a result almost "drowned" as it could not swim into deeper water to breathe as the ball kept it afloat near the surface of the water. The lucky catfish was saved by a man who deflated the basketball with the stab of a knife and removed it from the fish's mouth (well, you could say that he fished it out of the catfish's mouth..ha,ha).

Somehow the story touched me in a way I couldn't quite describe. You see, I had a rough day today trying to save a life. I watched and fretted. What else could I do? What else haven't I thought of? Am I doing too much or not enough? Did I get help in time or is it all just in vain? As I watched the blood draining away, taking the life out of me with it, I worked to replace what was lost. "Fighting a losing battle....; filling a leaking barrel.." Quotes I've heard used is now happening before my very eyes.

Come to think of it now, you know, the man could actually have chosen to take advantage of the situation and catch himself a nice big fish-y dinner. Instead he chose to help the fish and let it swim free. Wow.....choices people make and could make. Just think about it.

Dead tired....

As my "partner in crime" is away for the past few days, I've been trying to manage the facility alone. Not really alone, I do have a sidekick. But I have to do most of the heavy duty jobs. It's dead tiring...every single bone in my body creaks when I move and there's not a muscle that does not ache. The psychological stress of having to deal with so many, many problems..trying to find solutions, saving lives is really stretching me to the limits. I do feel sorry for those men, and women... they are fighting so hard to hold on but sometimes I really wish they won't come to me. It's a selfish thought I admit but really, sometimes I wish I could just say to them it's your problem not mine. All I want is some peace and quiet...ah, to be idle and not to have a thing in the world to worry about. If only.....

I am Nora...

Hi, call me Nora. This blog is created exclusively for me to vent my daily frustrations......at work, home and at work! I need to vent because that is apparently the healthy thing to do. That is usually what a therapist would prescribe for someone who's on the verge of losing her mind due to all the pent up frustrations, right? That's right, I've all this bottled up feelings; all this negative chi practically oozing from every single pore! I need to ventilate so here I am typing away furiously and publicly VENTILATING. Hey, I'm no superstar so it is highly unlikely that I'd ever be invited by Oprah to yak about relationship/work/cosmetic/health/fashion etc problems on prime time so what better way than to blog!! Notice that I'm using exclamation marks a lot because I'm actually (silently) SCREAMING my heart out!!!! AAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH..........................!!!!