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“Accept the challenges so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory.” General George S. Patton

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I got home to a bunch of papers on the desk. There was a stack of 3 neatly printed copies of an application form. I went nearer to the desk and held it up. They were Mr Husband’s application letter for the Hadiah Latihan Persekutuan (HLP)

“At least we are heading somewhere” I reassured myself.

Every year thousands of applicants in Malaysia aspiring to pursue their Masters studies in their chosen field of interest would apply for the government scholarship (HLP). Once granted the HLP, one would have to go through either a series of exams or interviews to get into their programme.

I tried it last year out of interest. My colleague and I wanted to see how hard the entrance exam was. We both got the HLP but we both flunked the test as well. It was a half-hearted attempt actually. ironically, we were not saddened at all. in fact, there was a huge sigh of relief – for not getting it. Ha ha. I was not ready to become a specialist. There’s too much responsibility. I was enjoying myself too much as a Medical Officer and a mother.

This year, I gave Mr Husband the greenlights to apply. Knowing the challenge that I’ll be getting myself in – the test of Time, Loyalty, Patience and Love from a distance, I think it is worth a shot.  Getting the HLP would bring him a step closer to the programme and once he succeeds in getting a spot, that is when the real obstacle begins.

Allah is fair. He tests His beings with circumstances that He deems fit. While  Mr Husband and I are lucky to be financially strong to begin with, we have our hiccups in trying to fit some Time with Hazeeq and even of each others company. But we try. We know that it is not going to be easy but the fruits of our sacrifice would be InsyaAllah worthwhile once its ripe.

Good luck to all applicants of HLP. May the force be with you.

Of pulling ones own weight

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“Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much” 
― Helen Keller

 

A New Year is synonym to CHANGE or IMPROVEMENTS. Most people make resolutions – all in the name of becoming a better person as a whole. At an organization level, the same thing applies.

Recently we had an informal meeting with our leader and as he reinforced ‘new rules’ that were to be made regarding the common practices within the unit, I couldn’t help noticing a few individuals scoffing and exchanging quiet, meaningful glances at each other. I seem to be able to read their minds.

“It won’t work”

“It has been done before. In a few days.. people will forget about it”

Sad enough these are the people who could actually make the changes take place if they would just give it another try and be CONSISTENT. Even Tony Robbins would agree.

I like to believe that if everyone pulls on their weight, the better good can have an effect on the current common practice. I like to believe that old dogs can be taught new tricks. I like to believe that as a healthcare provider, we are doing this because we care for our patients. Even though they themselves don’t give a damn of how bad their diabetic control is.

 

The postcall splurge

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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!!!

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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

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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..

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… 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.