6-year itch?

The longest time I have stayed at one workplace is 6 years. That was a district hospital setting. I was beginning to feel the itch 5 years in, instead of the infamous 7-year itch. Simply because I was beginning to see more of my great colleagues leaving one by one. Most left for private practice. If I had not given birth to my daughter, I think I would still be there to continue serving the district.

However, I, too, left due to family commitment. My family was growing, and my husband’s career was already finding its footing in Public Health. Since anaesthesia was no longer an option for me, we felt that serving in a clinic setting would be more practical. Hence, I took the plunge and began my journey in Klinik Kesihatan (KK).

I served 3 years in my first KK. In my second and current KK, it is approaching 6 years, and I am already feeling the itch. Every year, we have medical officers coming and leaving. Sadly, those who left surpass those who came. Some chased dreams. Some had to fulfil work obligations. With each person, they bring in skills and experience from their life. And left with hopefully good memories of our workplace. It is hard to ignore this itch, as I felt that it has started to affect my ‘jiwa’ for this line of duty. A dedicated healthcare worker needs to be passionate and knowledgeable in their work. I don’t even have the urge to keep up with the latest guidelines and clinical management of diseases.

Recently, we had a farewell and Eid celebration at the clinic. Two pensioners and a few transfers. I have to say that it is too early in the year to have so many staff reshuffled and moving away. The workplace dynamics have certainly shifted, and the tension is palpable. Office politics are inevitable as work must go on. I mean, I make the roster for the medical officers. Honestly, I feel sorry for my friends because on most days, we are always short on people. Sometimes I wish that instead of the minimum 3 or 4 people we have in each zone, we could have at least 5 or 6 people to support the team. This is not always feasible as we have courses, special clinics and people on leave.

This 6-year itch has become increasingly noticeable and annoying. Will I make it to 8 or will I succumb to the 7 year itch?

Homemade delights

When I was young, my mother made a lot of things in her kitchen. We had homemade pau, soy bean milk, pizza, cake and an assortment of dishes. Back then, it was easy to assume that she was able to do that because she was a mother. A mother can do anything! Of course, now that I am a mother myself, I understand things better. Mothering is a lifelong learning process and rewarding if you choose to see the good in it. Similar to any role and life experience one may endure. My mom went to cooking classes and wrote down recipes in her book. She would copy from magazines and also TV shows. She was a mom who tried to make it work with the little that she had.

Eventhough money was tight, she still wanted us to eat nice things. Fast food was not affordable on my dad’s wages. During those early years of my childhood, my mother was very focused on feeding, nurturing, and caring for the family. It was before she wanted to earn her own income. It was those early years when she was still naive, away from her family in a foreign state and depended heavily on my dad’s monthly allowances. God knows how much she was given during that time. All I know is that I had food on the table and a roof over my head. She certainly had to be frugal and resourceful in her spending.

I suddenly find myself reminiscing about my mom making fresh soybean milk from scratch, a labour-intensive process that involved squeezing beans through cloth for hours. After seeing a video of an easy soy-making machine, I can imagine her excitement and desire to order it online, yet I still cherish the memory of her traditional method. Today’s world is a good time to live in as a housewife. My mother would have had it easier. On the condition that my dad would give her a considerable amount of money for house expenditures.

Lately, I have been trying to put out more homemade dishes. Simply because I want my daughter to remember that her mother once made cinnamon rolls eventhough they were not that fluffy. Ha ha ha.

My Experience with NFC TnG Cards

My usual way of reloading my TnG card is by visiting the nearest 7-Eleven store and making my payments there. My card will be swiped and reloaded. Most of the time, this works for me, although there will be hiccups now and then. The most frequent problems are that some convenience stores just provide the pin, and you will need to top it up on your own, or the store’s line is disrupted.

I came across the NFC TnG card several times before, but was never enticed to get one because my previous Samsung phone did not have the NFC and contactless payment feature. Now that I’ve switched to a second-hand Samsung S23Plus, I get to explore this further.

In fact, I bought the Eid edition TnG card a few weeks ago since the design looks pretty cute.

I ordered the card through the Touch and Go app for RM25, and it arrived home via the Ninja courier. Now it is easier to reload the card, as I can tap it on the back of my phone with the amount of money I want. This should be handy if I need to reload it on the highway urgently. It eliminates the need to stop at the RnR or gas station!