This little fish tries to explain but in vain …

“I consider conversations with people to be mind exercises, but I don’t want to pull a muscle, so I stretch a lot. That’s why I’m constantly either rolling my eyes or yawning.”

Jarod Kintz

 

Ahhh.. if only, oh if only I could do that to my patients relatives. Its so frustrating when you make an effort to explain progress and plans of treatment to the relatives or one relative, only to have another dozen behind that one person asking to re-explain the situation again.

And when I asked why the need for such exercise.. they’ll say, the earlier person did not understood in the first place.

In my opinion, the earlier person is just being lazy, or perhaps to be blunt.. an idiot and a coward rolled in one. Kindly take responsibility of the knowledge that have been bestowed onto you.

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The postcall splurge

I honestly had a night which was relatively anti-Jona. Meaning no heavy or resus cases to tend to at night, alone. It was either pure luck or just not meant to be. Plus, I had a team of MAs and Staff Nurses which were very helpful and full of joy working with me that night.

Despite having enough rest, the intermittent interruptions in my sleep pattern did left me feeling kind of dazed the next morning. My colleagues must have seen through my Poker Face and was kind enough to let me go off earlier.

Which leaves me extra extra time for my postcall activities! SHOPPING!!!

Source : travactours.com

I headed straight to Aeon Jusco in town and started my shopping session by the scrumptious appetizing act of withdrawing some cash. The splurging that came afterwards was a no brainer as I spent & spent & spent on all the household things I could think of.

  • Rapi magazine and a book called Bringing up Bebe by Pamela Druckermann
  • Toolbox and the insides – nails, hammer, screwdrivers, measuring tappes etc
  • A vacuum cleaner
  • Bit and pieces of baking utensils and food storage containers
  • Rags
  • Lunch in A&W

and finally a visit to car services centre for my cars maintenance.

And for the cherry on top, my bedroom furniture finally came. Am super excited to rearrange my wardrobe worthy of a Pinterest. 😛

A Heartsinking Day

If  you’re going through hell, keep going.Winston  Churchill

Friday is not supposed to be a hectic day. Friday shouldnt be stressful. Friday is the last of all weekdays. We must be able to scream out loud T.G.I.F!!!

I had springs in my footsteps early this morning. I was geared up to meet my patients. I was ready to implement part of my New year resolution → to dispense out more ‘patient education advices’ as opposed to just writing out their prescriptions. My smile was already plastered to the face as I greet the Sinar Jernih workers, our security guards and my staff when suddenly..

… the normally silent, early morning aura in the Emergency Department (ED) was polluted by someones voice. A psychiatric patient (only known to us medical personnels since she’s a regular) giving a colleague of mine a hearing, a rackett, a threat to throw her out of the service by lodging a complaint to the higher authorities.

Immediately, I was disheartened. This was going to be long long morning.

And I was right.

2 resus cases followed with many many yellow tags coming through the door. Its days like this when Id just sit a bit longer in the prayer room and wonder, ‘why cant these patients just stay at home and watch TV’.

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.

Starting the day of gassing patients by switching on the lights

“Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work”
Thomas A. Edison

Despite living 27km away from the hospital which is equivalent to a 30 – 45 mins journey to hospital, I am so far almost always the 1st person to arrive for work. Interesting, huh?

I however enjoy ‘opening up’ the Operating Theatre (OT). To switch on the lights, check the anaesthetic machine, prepare the drugs, call the patients to OT et cetera..

because…

I know I have set the pace for whats going to happen today.

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The Recovery bay

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The Operating Room

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My anaesthetic drug trolley