Monthly Archives: March 2016

the word is hectic

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My schedule has been very hectic lately and honest be told, I am not getting any younger to tahan being oncall. Gosh – need a way out of this. Ha ha.

Yesterday, we had a meeting discussing mortality cases that occur within the department. Indeed, there was a lot to learn. My brain was theoretically searching for the files in my brain on certain subject matters. for instance, how is a U wave formed and all those things.Ironically, nak jadi specialist ko kena back to basics sebenarnya.. like mitochondria punya level sorta thing. Then only you can talk about journals and scholarly articles. Kalau basic pun susah nak grasp – how can I understand HFOV or BILEVEL vent settings right?

Apart from being in the hospital, I also went to court for the first time. Its considered a milestone for any medical officer I suppose. It means you’ve been around long enough to treat criminals or have their DNA taken or something. In other words, you’ve seen enough of the ugly things that happens around you  – shielded from the public. It’s like sampai satu tahap you know a felon is faking an asthma attack just so he could breath the fresh air out of his cell by making a visit to the hospital. Cam y lah…

On a different note – I saw a bouquet of flowers dying on one of our lockers in the room. I am tempted to bring them home but I have yet to ask for permission. From the receiver. Fresh flowers often reminds me of the time I studied in Manchester. There, fresh flowers are cheap and affordable – sold at ASDA or TESCO. I’d often buy them once in a fortnight and have them on my window sill for they are so pretty to look at and some smells nice too. How I miss the pretty sight of carnations and scent of a rose ..

Speaking of flowers – my new stamp collection came through the post. pics in the next entry.

 

to go or not to go

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A : Are you going?

B : I don’t know – are you?

A : Don’t you want to go?

B : Do I have to go?

A : Jomlah… takde geng..

That kind of persuaded me to rethink my initial option of ‘buat bodo malas nak layan majlis protokol bagai macam tak nak pegi’. Although I’m a loner  – the type who can go to the movies alone and enjoy a wholesome dinner after that – I don’t subject other people to that.

The last time I attended a formal majlis was last year.Not as a guest but as a personnel in the medical team :P.

I have quite forgotten the fun and joy it might bring. Gosh.. I feel old already.. lets just hope theres no poco poco beramai-ramai. ngeee…

I think I dislike attending these events because one, of its formality and second that fake smile you have to plaster on your face to get through the hours – not to mention the numerous photo taking session – like omg.. can you stop already?! But this event I’m going is supposed to be of one that honors myself – to appreciate my efforts and stuff.

I suppose I should attend it for the love of Allah – for the pride of my husband and son. So they know that my times in this district hospital is not a waste, that I am making a difference to at least one life I tend to. That those nights or weekends I’m not home are worth every second. That they’ll understand that I still love what I do. It’s like how an MO in one of Dr. Johan Siows stories put it,

“Johan, I may never get to be a specialist, but even as a service MO, if I can give the BEST CARE to my patients, then I’m already satisfied with my life.”

please give this to Natasha..

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I bought a new set of cleaning tools – a mop and a broom. I wanted to get The Magic Mop but it was not on discount. To pay MYR 100 was breaking the bank even though the saleslady bragged about it being imported from Korea. I was not ready to bestow upon Natasha such fancy gifts. Not yet.

I cleaned my old set of plastic dishes, plates, cups and utensils.Mr Husband collected our old rugs and dusted it evenly – he bought new bed sheets though. I think I almost had everything covered and finally said to Mr Husband, “please give all of these to Natasha”

It’s been just over 13 weeks now of me having to share Mr Husband with his new commitment. His 3rd serious commitment.The first being his mom, second being me and now… we have this Natasha in the picture. He has also been bringing our son to see Natasha and well.. kids always love new things, atmosphere, people – everything is great with Natasha.

Cantiklah.. bestlah.. 

OK son. I get it. Strange enough I am not jealous. At least I know that if Mr Husband is not with me .. he will be in the warm, cosy arms of Natasha. That he will be safe and happy.

“Would Natasha love this shower foam?” I asked Mr Husband. It was a cheap brand but smelled nice with a rosy scent. Mr Husband rolled his eyes and retorted in his sing-song squeaky tone, “No need, the rent for Natasha Homestay is only MYR150/night … guests can bring their own shower foam and towels” 

OK. FINE. 

But Natasha is faring better as a rental house at the moment. A group of Ayurveda trainees are staying there for the next 3 months. Once the tenancy agreement ends, InsyaAllah Natasha will be home to a group of college students. If they still like Natasha – otherwise we’ll see how it goes.