You are a Disease

I felt so lazy to go to hospital tomorrow and guilty not to answer call from F, the Jordan University of Science and Technology  third year student I met at Surgery Clinic when I got back home just after Zuhr prayer and my lunch that Friday. That fellow sure knows how to fit quickly into the hospital's system. 

That Friday, I thought I could settle some documentation tasks but I was wrong. I thought I had all the information I needed but apparently, I had none. My fault.

Adik got class at 10.30 am tomorrow. I jokingly persuaded him to skip class. Can't I just follow him everywhere? Hehe. Psycho sister. 

By the way, I am trying to plant this idea in my head.

"Laziness is a disease. Do ANYthing to cure it."

We know how not washing hands regularly can worsen nosocomial infection spread. Hence, we wash our hands often. Certain medical students, if not all, they 'know too much'. The more you know, the easier for you to be scared. I myself sometimes hesitant to go out just because I saw one or two trauma cases. 

Take another example. We know what danger out there in the dark, in the dim of the night. We don't walk alone on poorly lit streets.

The truth is, I am not sure how these examples relate to what I am trying to say. 

Finally, I'll try my best to take step against or avoid any forms of laziness. I'll go to the hospital. May the last week of this elective posting be not wasted. I don't do this every year like some of other students did. So, I am not wasting my time. 

Major guilt for my Sunday evening. Just now, I just found out that I've been lining up for toilet the wrong way. Here's what I found. I am sorry for my ignorance. I did not find the rationale behind that way (the right way) of queuing . So I just budged in the old, rude way.

I asked of the people in line, "Why were you all waiting so far away?"
One of the ladies said, "We are queuing."
I was like, "Why not in front of the toilet cubicles?"

They did not know how to explain. Now that I know the reason why it is the most mannered way to queue for the toilet, I'll make amends by not repeating the same uncivilized act. 

Curiosity After-effect

Macam trend pula orang post pasal posting elektif di dinding Facebook. 
Walaupun hobiku menulis, aku kurang rajin berbuat begitu. Nanti budak-budak yang rajin buat status Facebook ala-ala blog post tak ada kerja karang. 

Biasanya lepak di hospital sehingga pukul 5 petang, kadang-kadang 4 petang. Bila rajin atau pun terlajak bersembang dengan abang-abang MA dan kakak serta puan jururawat di situ, mungkin pukul 6 baru nak balik. Tapi hari ini aku balik pukul 2 petang. 

Perangai biasa, sejak zaman sekolah. Sudah terbiasa duduk di sekolah sehingga petang. Dalam kes ni, duduk dengan bahagia di hospital. 'Bahagia'lah sangat. Yang pasti aku tak merana pun. Which means bahagialah kot. Whatever. 

Jadi inilah serba sedikit klu untuk prosedur yang aku amati pada hari ini di Wad Daycare. 


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Lain-lain tu, seperti biasa, aku di klinik. Balik rumah, ulangkaji semula serba sedikit perincian kes-kes yang aku dah tengok. Mungkin dalam masa yang terdekat aku cuba lebih kerap ke wad yang di bangunan lama tu. 

Kalau aku jadi HO atau MO situ, mesti pelik tengok rajin sangat bebudak medical student macam aku buat elective posting padahal bukan wajib untuk ditanda logbook atau apa-apa pun. Baik habiskan menonton drama, dokumentari (tolong jangan judge aku) dan filem ke... baca buku ilmiah yang kritikal ke... Tak pun, tidur sampai sembap. 

Aku katakan pada seorang HO, "Cuti panjang, boleh brain atrophy lah."




p/s: This is what we call, 'the curiosity after-effect'. 

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Today we sent Adik to UiTM Shah Alam. Only few hours passed, I felt like going back to Shah Alam and be with him, watch him everyday until I return to Cairo. After all, just yesterday, I had to console him about a minor issue. So, just another hug for this sister, please. 

Everyday I wished not to miss his moment stepping into the university. I imagined his admission date would be as late as mid September. Well it was not. Feeling accomplished and sad at the same time. 

Should have just booked early September to fly back to Cairo so that I wouldn't be alone at home. Okay that's overreacting. 

Let's see... My summer journey, apart from the annual must-do Balik Kampung ritual...

- Melaka (Tanjung Kling): wedding
- Kedah: programme, as participants' guide
- Negeri Sembilan: programme, as a participant

Tomorrow, I will be at General Surgery Department of Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah, Klang for my elective posting, solo. Or do I have friends in Klang area who care to join? I am nervous.

Speaking about the programme in Seremban, it was more of an exposure than real attachment. I could not agree more when the hospital director mentioned that one day is not enough to be familiar with the hospital system nor learning anything. But the programme fulfilled my expectations anyways. 

My group was given Psychiatry Department. You know what, I know nothing about Psychiatry and will only take Psychiatry subject next semester. One thing was for sure, I felt calm in the Psychiatry ward. Even I would love to register myself into that ward. Curiosity, baby. Curiosity. 

I knew I could not hide this tiny passion that I had. But due to false facts on this aspect of Medicine, whether by common people or some in medical field (my personal opinion, my limited observation), I kept my mouth shut. When people ask, "What sort of specialist you want to be?", I'll say, "I'm still exploring." Plus, I am equally interested in Surgery too and I don't know which speciality is most ideal for me. I have not go through housemanship. So far, I love every part of medicine. I have not pick any favourites yet. 

I hated when they identified my group using references as, "Oh, group yang kes obses basuh toilet tu kan?" Of course the patient that we talked to had nothing to do with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, let alone obsessing about cleaning toilets. That's just an example I made up:

Like, "...contohnya, patient yang obses basuh toilet, blah blah blah..." and the audience laughed although the speaker did not intend to make 'obses basuh toilet' a joke. 

What I want to stress here is some of the things that could be embarrassing to our patients. At lunch time, I restricted myself from talking too much about the patient. When a participant asked about our case, I told her the diagnosis and that's it. 

Remember something called, 'respect the patient'?

We are still far away from being a professional. We can't even at least PRETEND like one.