anyway

these are random snippets that i was supposed to be putting in an email to somebody but am not any more because i have been told by at least 5 different people that i should not bother...

(and here i would like to thank jing, jo, jeat, howai and goblok.. i guess..)

i knew my gp was... different when he brought me back to his house for cereal or porridge at 2 in the afternoon and measured his oats on a foldable digital scale.

(HAHAH i have been rehearsing that line in my head for the past... 3 days)

tarland is a very small village with a population of about 800 540 (says wikipedia - thanks sweeleen HAHA). i ended up taking a bus to the nearest town which was about 10 minutes away by car and having my gp pick me up. to give you an idea of how small tarland is, there isn't an atm. there is only a post office with an old lady of 80 behind a counter with a card machine. so far the post office accepts cards from 3 banks, more to come hopefully.

to quote my gp, being in tarland is like living in a fishbowl - everybody knows everybody. a kid came in with a differential of meningitis but my gp decided that it wasn't it and sent him home. he later then went on to say "if that kid ends up with meningitis and i didn't do anything about it, i won't have to work here anymore"

of course, living in a fishbowl isn't exactly paradise either. to be honest, i feel like i'm in a real life horror movie - you know the kind where the movie is set in a small village and nobody ever leaves, and if anybody ever tries to leave he/she gets killed? yeah. tarland is really peaceful, sometimes too peaceful to be true. it's peaceful but it's not deserted - i guess that's what gives it the creepy vibe. there is a school here, on my first day i saw a class of schoolchildren trooping back to the school from the field opposite the school, and this kid yells out to the gp - it is his son!

you know how everything seems too bright and vibrant and too good to be true and it's because there is a deep dark secret hiding underneath everything? (paranoia much? lol.) get this, my gp leaves his keys in the ignition when doing home visits.

i've been here only 3 days but i've also heard my fair share of dark gossip. how ex spouses end up living to each other after being divorced once the kids leave the house, how a woman goes out sometimes together with both her husband and lover, who lives four doors away, about the scandal happening right under everybody's noses in the practice itself...

my gp's really nice, i'm just not used to hanging around people like him. i think it's because he misses having new people to talk to too...

haha ok i guess i'll end here, i think i must be boring you.

there is so much more to tell, but i'm not in the mood for it because i am now reminded of why i am not sending this email to you.

goodbye.