He wasnt able to poop for 3 days

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He was a 33 year old Nepalese. Working in a local factory. But as they say, love and pain is a universal language. His pain was understood despite not knowing much Malay vocabulary to express his misery. He was unable to defacate for the past 3 days. He felt his belly ballooned up. And this was his Xray.

He was transferred to our nearby tertiary centre.God speed his recovery.

The Transfer

“Go where the wind takes you.

Have fun”

Its goes without saying, that a Doctors Wife would inevitably have to endure the fact that long distance relationship or the accepted term nowadays, the Weekend Wife/Husband is going to happen one day. While Mr Husband may not have the option to choose where he’s be posted, the least we could do is to make sure the absence makes the heart go fonder. In one way or the other.

His concern was Baby Zeeq might forget who his father is.

My concern was I would get too comfortable not having him around till I end up … neglecting him.

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He didnt ask for this transfer and yet he got it. His colleagues who have been applying for a transfer to a similar state however, did not receive any offer. Last we heard, the polyclinics were saturated with these Medical Officers, hence the sudden ‘clean-up’ to sort the mess up. Thus, the random selection of names. Rubbing salt to the injury, we have just bought our first little home.

Honestly, I did not build this family to be separated. At least not with my husband. I am happy to allow my children to go boarding school. But when a husband gets so called ‘deported’, its a different feeling. Especially when the transfer is uncalled for.

He is currently making an appeal to stay put.

Our fingers are crossed for the best outcome. Ameen.

Kurus

“Learn how to be happy with what you have while you pursue all that you want”

Jim Rohn

Its my 1st day of work and I was met by exclamations of,

Wah.. dah lama tak nampak

Wah.. dah kurus

kihkihkih.. honestly, I was secretly beaming with pride. My hard work in the tertiary hospital for my 3 month attachment in the anaesthetic department paid off. I had managed to shed off a few pounds thanks to the ‘forced dieting regime’. [read : oncall with no eating time]. Mun aku pegi juak True Harmony apa jaklah ceritanya oh.. He he.

I however found myself fumbling and a tad slow as I tried to recollect my deep embedded knowledge on how to manage patients in an ED setting. Yalah.. its been a while. Id have to get used to seeing patients with uncontrolled HPT, DM, asthma, malingerers, trauma et cetera.

SEvo Effect

I was reminded once again of how a postcall life as a bius MO in OT feels like.

The effect of wearing and tearing automatically appears after you leave the air conditioned OT. Knees wobble, feet hurt with every step as you try to battle the calluses and the haggazrdness of being up the whole night. Eyelids droop slowly and every step felt heavier as the minute molecules of left over |Sevoflurane begin to penetrate through the cells.

All plans to go to the admin office or a short shopping trip to The Store diminished as all you could think of is a shower and a bed.

After a gulp of coffee and a hot bath, you sprawl yourself across the bed and within seconds – the Sevo effect kicks in.

While you hope for a peaceful sleep, you’re brought into another adventure in la la land. Fighting against enemies, fleeing from demons et cetera.

Arghhh… ari minggu tok kerja lagik.