S.i.S

The brisk walking challenge has started. I joined for two reasons.

  • To support my colleague. The ‘champion’ of this programme.
  • I thought it would be a great opportunity to start getting active again. I have been on a very long hiatus since my umrah last year. Prior to umrah, I was on a roll, walking a few thousand steps per day. After umrah, I got a bit lazy. So this would hopefully be a great adjunct to my meal plan in the hopes of (again) losing weight. minciBMI25 is still a goal.

I did not manage to get even 5K steps today. I had less than 3K, but it is OK. I will build the momentum daily and see how it ends in 3 months. On the other hand, my husband has been very enthusiastic about this challenge that he is hoarding the treadmill in the early hours of the morning and night. It’s a good excuse for me to get a walking pad and put it in my study. At least I can watch Netflix or enjoy a YouTube video on my PC while walking. I am still waiting for it to arrive. After that, I can create another piggy bank to save up for one of those fancy watches that count steps.

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?

Eid trendy challenges with colleagues

If by-the-book millennials run this place, these videos would not have been produced. We just don’t have the energy.
Thanks to our full-of-life colleagues who are in the younger age bracket of Gen Y and the older age range of Gen Z, we were able to participate in this fun video. All the ‘older’ us have to do is just follow their instructions. They do the recording and the editing.

I really appreciate their enthusiasm for taking the effort to include everyone in this annual fun activity.

Complaining is finding faults

It is inevitable that when you deal with human beings, miscommunication is bound to happen. Whenever I get a patient complaint, I am always reminded of this image. Their version of the story is not wrong. I accept that.

But so is mine. And when I want to present my side of the story to the original complainant, I am either stuck with the third person who was not even there in the first place or met with a disregardful response. So, macam mana nak selesaikan masalah or membuat penambahbaikan if you don’t want to meet me face to face? Interestingly, the ones with the ‘loudest voice’ are females, and then they send their men to fight me, another woman. Why don’t you do the deeds yourself?

A few weeks ago, I saw a lady who came in for a fever. To cut things short, in her point of view, I am questioning her request for an MC based on my tone of voice. All of a sudden, I have a 180cm husband barging through my consultation door, demanding to see and asking why I am questioning her sickness.

To be honest, I was a bit puzzled by the accusation. It is because he was not even there in the first place to understand what went on. In my defence, I wanted to help her without knowing that there was a background story of what actually took place before she came to see me. So, it kind of makes sense as to why the husband was angry. However, I did tell the husband to invite the wife to sit together with us, so that we could get to the bottom of the problem properly. Instead, the husband said the wife was stressed and not willing to join in.

I don’t buy that.

Experience tells me that if the original complainant is not willing to sit together, that means the version of their story as told to the third person has been distorted to their advantage. Thus, they are unwilling to face the consequences of the little white lie. That’s when I knew that no matter what I say afterwards, the husband or so-called ‘negotiator’ has made up his mind on how he wishes for the outcome to be. He has no intention to correct the matter. He has no intention to ‘improve on the services’. He just wants to ventilate and blame somebody.

The public loves to threaten government services with SISPAA. Complainants would submit their issues to the platform, but with the intention of wanting the staff to be expelled. To them, that is the only justice that should be served for their problems. When in fact, counselling services, temporary suspension and transfer to another unit are also meant as ‘action taken’ to prevent escalation of the problem.

So, what happens in situations like this? When you are faced with an angry relative or patient?

I let them win. I will apologise. I will say it is my fault. I will feed their ego. I will retreat as the weak side of the party. Then I close the chapter and move on. But before I close the chapter for good, I will make one prayer to Allah. I will pray that they will be bestowed Allah’s blessing. For example, the husband or the original complainant will receive a work promotion with a bigger salary and be transferred to a place further away from where I am working. Let them be other people’s headache, or perhaps they become the receiving end of the headache that they once imposed on others.

I just made a similar prayer today for a different complainant. That this person may find peace and understanding amidst our altercation. I did offer my apologies and reconciliation by calling her back. She hung up mid-conversation. Let’s hope that she’d find a way to see through the problem and see how it was from my shoes.

Protective factors in my housemanship

Kuala Krai Hospital has been in the news a little too much lately for non-favourable reasons. One is the Peeping Tom doctor and, of recent, a houseman who unalived herself in her hostel room. As someone outside the organisation and the investigating team, I wouldn’t know the exact motivation that drives their actions. What I do know is that this rings an alarm of how organisations should play a proactive role in caring for their employees. Not everyone is bestowed with skills to cope with stressors within the medical faculty.

Indeed, counselling services are available to all levels of professionals working in this setting. But are they accessible? Not really. Even as a houseman, if you are taken ill, you are somehow expected to still turn up unless you can’t move from your bed. It is just a sniffle or a sorethroat, attendance is still expected.

Self-managing your own stress factors is not a skill that you get in one day. Considering the different levels of stress factors, they definitely require more than one method of troubleshooting your coping mechanisms. Combine that with your personality, socio-economic circumstances and organisation support, different people get access to different methods of stress relief.

When I was a houseman in Hospital Umum Sarawak back in 2008 – 2010, my strongest protective factors that prevented me from quitting the job, despite the severe swelling of my legs and lack of sleep, were;

  1. Government scholarship
  2. Parents expectation
  3. Really good friends in every posting

And may I add another overlooked factor that is often ridiculed by those who don’t have it, Resilience. Resilience that was put together by life experiences in childhood and teenage years. Those who lack it would often say, ‘dia senanglah, dia dulu bla bla bla’. Or ‘dia bolehlah buat mcm tu’. Or ‘zaman dan berubah, kalau dulu bolehlah macam ni macam tu‘. Resilience is not stagnant. It grows with time and a person’s willingness to learn. Your resilient past self may not be able to cope with future stress factors if you remain obstinate to live life as you did yesterday. This is because the world is moving very fast. Those who don’t improve themselves are bound to be left behind. This is not to say that all that was in the past is bad or kuno. We still have to remember that history is the building block of the present and the future.

Government scholarship

I was a JPA scholar. I was tied to a 10-year service bond upon graduation. To which, Alhamdulilah, I have completed my dues. I remembered having a few students from my batch who refused to come back after completing their studies. Instead, they stayed behind and pushed ahead to become specialist in their chosen field. I’m not sure how they negotiated their scholarship deals, but I am happy that they have attained success in their ambition. Understandably, Malaysian doctors earn less than their counterparts in developed countries. However, I, who comes from a non-medical family background with what counted as B40 status back then, am tremendously grateful for the opportunity given to step into medical school. Back then, this was almost an impossible dream.

Hence, quitting housemanship is not an option.

Diligence in my studies carved the path to medical school. The JPA scholarship was my stepping stone to earn a place in one. Hence, I served in the MOH well until now. I sucked in all the atrocities of housemanship and medical officer hurdles. Simply because I was grateful for the chance given to improve my family’s circumstances. I was able to give my late mother RM800/ month for her spending money. She was a housewife. I could buy groceries without fear of going over the budget. I get to go on holidays more often than I did during my childhood. Inadvertently, my children could benefit from my salary.

Parents expectation

It makes them proud that, despite their B40 status, they were able to ‘send’ their kid to medical school. I was the eldest daughter, the eldest cousin of my paternal side, the third eldest cousin on my maternal side, first from ‘the village’ to enter medical school. I was the perfect example. There was just no room for failure. I had to make it work.

Making my parents proud was the ultimate thing I could do as a daughter. Is this what they call filial piety? Generations of modern times would probably scoff at this concept. Especially when the world has taken a turn or more toward having greater exposure to champion individualism vs collectivism causes. Everything suddenly becomes toxic. Opposing advice from parents and learned adults is toxic. Stress is toxic. Some couldn’t even differentiate between good stress and bad stress at all. As a well-rounded human being, you have to learn to experience anger, sadness, happiness, etc., in varying levels to build your character and create a healthy emotional baseline for yourself.

Great friends

I met different levels of houseman ‘seniority’ in every posting. You get first posters and final year posters. Each of them carries a different perspective and values in their work, and I felt that it was a great opportunity to learn from them as well. Not just from medical officers and specialists. We get our ‘teas’ from our fellow housemen. For instance, which MO is malignant and which MO can we tag along with ‘feeling safe and less stupid’? What are the prohibited phrases you say in front of the specialists? What would make ‘MO Bedah’ less cranky and all? These are unspoken tips that are passed down from one houseman to another. But only if you choose to work as a team.

Thankfully, I have always had colleagues who help each other out. We watch each other’s backs. My honest advice is to make friends with everybody. It makes you seem like a favourable person, and people would go to great lengths to help you. After all, there is a saying that goes if you ‘mudahkan urusan orang lain, Allah akan mudahkan urusan kita. InsyaAllah’. Stop looking at being nice, receptive and supportive as ‘mengampu’ or ‘dipijak’. It could be a learning opportunity.

We forge friendships, watch movies, go on trips/ holidays ( Bako Island, Semantan Beach, Bali), and eat meals together. As someone who doesn’t take alcohol, eventhough I tag along their ‘clubbing’ activities, I would stay by the side and just watch friends dance horribly while being slightly drunk. And have my glass of Coke. Sometimes we have lunch together at the nearby pondan cafe. Or on our days off, at fancy restaurants – to remind ourselves that we are doctors and we can afford this. Ha ha. We create fun at our workplace too. For example, betting on which TKR patients in our respective teams would ambulate first and be discharged? Hence, everyone would be motivated to encourage our patients to move their limbs. Or which patient farts first, kind of thing.

Mengumpat is also a good activity to do with our friends. Mengumpat dengan hati-hati. It’s a good outlet to vent out your frustrations, madness and everything else under the sun. But please do this with trusted colleagues only. Our mengumpat sessions have the mimic muka, tone of voice, everything.

Until now, I have kept in touch with several friends during my housemanship years. It is nice to see how great (specialists) they have become, despite how nerdy or lousy we all were during houseman times. The innocent mistakes we make, the tiredness and the frustration all become laughable once we’ve completed that phase. Should I splurge their names? Ha ha. Neh, they will reveal themselves as those who ‘once knew Minci’ in due time.