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.

Housemanship in Kuching

I was scrolling Threads today and came across a post from a medical student, asking where would be the best place to do housemanship. Since I’ve only been in Hospital Umum Sarawak (HUS), my answer was obviously Kuching. Personally, I think Kuching is a great place for a Malay from Semenanjung to work because, despite the cultural shock bound to happen, it should be less intense if you’ve been born and bred in Semenanjung for a while. My husband was from Melaka and he did very well in his housemanship. I ended up marrying him and following him to Melaka. Ha ha ha.

If you are a Malay, working in HUS will force you to learn and adjust on how to work with bosses and seniors who are majority, non-Malay. We do not have as many Sarawakians to cover the whole state in the healthcare industry, especially in the medical role of doctors. The vibe is different. The language you use with the patients is also different. Your interaction with your colleagues would also be enriched as you struggle together to get the job done. Is the workplace environment toxic? If toxic is defined as your welfare not being taken off. The answer is a definite yes. In fact, no matter which hospital you go to, toxicity is part of the training. Like it or not it happens. Mind you, I do not condone bullying or ‘during my time’ gloating sort of thing, but it is inevitable.

However, it is what you get out of the housemanship period

  • the empathy towards our fellow Malaysians upon realising that we still have a long way to go in empowering healthcare literacy among patients and the community as a whole
  • Malay supremacy means nothing in this part of the state
  • racism exists but tolerance is a must to live in harmony. Raya, Christmas, Gawai and Chinese New Year is so meriah here. Deepavali not so much because there’s not many Indians but it is still celebrated by them on a smaller scale.
  • housemanship is hard everywhere but being in Kuching gives you that unique experience when it comes to the people and the natural beauty of the state. Do visit it’s local islands, caves etc. As for the people, they are the true embodiment of Bangsa Sarawak. You couldn’t tell if they were Iban ka, Malay ka,or Melanau ka. It kind of reminds you of Indonesia. They talk in the same language and turns out to be of Chinese ethnicity and all. The only difference is we are not compelled to have Indonesian names like they do in Indonesia. So you could still guess their ethnicity. And did I tell you Sarawakians talk so soft and gentle? They have a beautiful rhythm to their speech.
  • if you’re Muslim, you would InsyaAllah become a better Muslim as you would be creative in thinking how, when and where to perform your prayers. Be extra vigilant in choosing places to eat or cooking your own stuff. Cause honestly the nasi paprik I bought in Kuching tasted weird. Halal eateries are easily available in certain areas only. Otherwise, you would need to check with the local website. Ha ha. But the local dishes are to die for.

What if you are a non-Malay or non-Bumi? I would recommend Kelantan. Don’t worry. You wouldn’t be Islam tiba-tiba. Somehow I think the locals would adore you and want to give you their best hospitality. That is what I THINK. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE IN EVERY WORD OF IT. The dialect will be challenging but just like in Kuching, it is nice to see everyone of all ethnics talking in Kelantan. I am saying this because I used to have a Chinese colleague coming from Kelantan. Talking to him in Malay with a tinge of Kelantan accent sounds so cute. He could speak Chinese too.

Housemanship is intense. You will feel stupid. Your feet will swell. You will feel that you want to quit or die. But just hang on. Pray. Doa. The hardship will pass and you will reminisce on the good times. Entah2 jumpa pasangan hidup. Macam tu lah.