RealSurgerymax
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I put off returning to turkey for months, a few days at a time. Whats the big deal about 2 more days? Then 2 more. And 2 more. And 2 more. And 2 more. It wasn't until taking a step back and looking at everything that I realized only a lunatic could justify the several months of extensions it added up to. Of course I always planned on coming back and knew I would eventually.
Now I am here and I miss my old life in thailand every hour of every day. I think about my daily routine there and wonder what my friends are doing, knowing with 99% certainty they're at the beach or my favorite bar (moonrise bar) depending on the hour. They often send me pictures of whats going on which is nice. One of my thailand friends is a lawyer who works completely remote. His daily routine is a lot like mine - spend 12-13 hours at that beach bar EVERY DAY - which is why we became such good friends. But unlike him, I actually have to show up to my job in person every once in a while
I defintiely enjoy being back in the OR and getting the satisfaction of seeing my innovations be used irl and actually work. And I should focus on building my med device company so I can get rich, start a family and have a nice life....... BUT.................................................... I was happy in thailand, while my life and opportunities passed me by. Strange thing indeed.
Bangkok wasn't too bad for me (I lived there all last summer plus a few more months here and there) but Koh Phangan was really something else.
Another year in thailand would have
- left me paralyzed from balloons
- put me at high risk of becoming a never-married loser
- delayed my own surgeries so long I'd probably just forget about them (I need OBO and Bimax)
- left hundreds or maybe thousands of incels with no choice to be botched with inferior alternatives, or no alternatives at all
- Got me arrested for visa overstay (the week after I left, hundreds of immigration police came to the island I was on and started raids and random passport checks. I left just in time. My friend was arrested by them and he messaged me on instagram from jail, then radio silence for 2 months, then he messaged me again after he was finally deported back to Hungary. Jail in Thailand is a hellish experience.)
- severely impede growth my promising business
- raped my collagen even more
When I consider all that logically it was way past time for me to go. But if I go by how I feel, I wish I was still there. Sometimes I'll wake up and think "time to go to moonrise bar!" then realize I am in turkey now, realize this is real life and not a dream, cry, and go back to bed.
On the positive side, I have friends and memories most people will never get to experience. It really felt like a movie sometimes. The character development (better social skills, less anxiety, less autism) was priceless.
*possibly satire post. Or maybe not...
Now I am here and I miss my old life in thailand every hour of every day. I think about my daily routine there and wonder what my friends are doing, knowing with 99% certainty they're at the beach or my favorite bar (moonrise bar) depending on the hour. They often send me pictures of whats going on which is nice. One of my thailand friends is a lawyer who works completely remote. His daily routine is a lot like mine - spend 12-13 hours at that beach bar EVERY DAY - which is why we became such good friends. But unlike him, I actually have to show up to my job in person every once in a while
I defintiely enjoy being back in the OR and getting the satisfaction of seeing my innovations be used irl and actually work. And I should focus on building my med device company so I can get rich, start a family and have a nice life....... BUT.................................................... I was happy in thailand, while my life and opportunities passed me by. Strange thing indeed.
Bangkok wasn't too bad for me (I lived there all last summer plus a few more months here and there) but Koh Phangan was really something else.
| My Bangkok Daily Routine | My Koh Phangan Daily Routine | My Istanbul Daily Routine |
| Wake up 11ish am | Wake up 2ish pm (when the bar opens) | Wake up 7am |
| Take my time getting ready... Maybe an hr or 2 | Shower, brush teeth and get dressed as fast as I can like a lunatic (Need to get to the bar!!!) | Get ready for 30min because theres a lot of work ahead |
| Get coffee at starbucks on Sukhumvit 11 and do some work there for 3-4 hrs | On an unusual day I might have a consult (from the bar) or might design/plan a case for a few hrs before going to the bar | If its a design day go to starbucks for 4-6hrs |
| There were no surgery days in Thailand | RUN down the beach from the resort to the bar so excited to start another day!!! | If its a surgery day go to hospital/OR for 7-10hrs |
| Go to lunch/dinner | Get to the bar, order 50 balloons | Go to dinner |
| Usually work on my computer some more or read/write/research | Sit out on the beach in front of the bar waiting for a chad to say something (sexual) to | Do administrative work (write SOPs, Answer emails, Update QMS) |
| 2-3 nights a week go to THE BUCKET on Khaosan Road with my chad friend and take 200-300 balloons together | Play pool with other tourists who came into the bar | Maybe go to the gym |
| If no Khasaon/Bucket usually Id take a walk every night up and down Sukhumvit from Nana (Soi 4) to Thonglor (Soi 55) and cold approach 3-5 white chads | Change the music to whatever I feel like at the bar | Go to bed 10pm -12am |
| Hang out with the chad if he was open minded, lonely or bicurious | Sit on the couch at the bar, order 50 more balloons | |
| Go to bed 12-3am | Order a smirnoff ice | |
| Order dinner from the bar (Usually steak) | ||
| Go back out on the beach to watch sunset while taking balloons | ||
| Watch fire show on the beach while taking balloons | ||
| Talk to my friends who are also daily regulars | ||
| 1-2 nights per week go to a jungle party like OXA, Waterfall Party or Jungle Experience if I had a chad friend that week and get blasted on ketamine | ||
| But on a normal night stay at the bar until closing at 2-3am | ||
| Take my last balloon (the worst balloon of the day) | ||
| Go home/go to bed 3-5am |
Another year in thailand would have
- left me paralyzed from balloons
- put me at high risk of becoming a never-married loser
- delayed my own surgeries so long I'd probably just forget about them (I need OBO and Bimax)
- left hundreds or maybe thousands of incels with no choice to be botched with inferior alternatives, or no alternatives at all
- Got me arrested for visa overstay (the week after I left, hundreds of immigration police came to the island I was on and started raids and random passport checks. I left just in time. My friend was arrested by them and he messaged me on instagram from jail, then radio silence for 2 months, then he messaged me again after he was finally deported back to Hungary. Jail in Thailand is a hellish experience.)
- severely impede growth my promising business
- raped my collagen even more
When I consider all that logically it was way past time for me to go. But if I go by how I feel, I wish I was still there.
Sometimes I'll wake up and think "time to go to moonrise bar!" then realize I am in turkey now, realize this is real life and not a dream, cry, and go back to bed.On the positive side, I have friends and memories most people will never get to experience. It really felt like a movie sometimes. The character development (better social skills, less anxiety, less autism) was priceless.
*possibly satire post. Or maybe not...
