A Western foreigner was admitted recently and requested for Western hospital menu, to which the staffs provided and no further event ensued.
A Malaysian just recently returned from Indonesia for a holiday and brought home with him H1N1 threw his food tray to the floor, screaming at the nurses that he wants Western menu and not the usual Malaysian menu served.
Hell-o?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Highway talk.
Until now and forever, I will and can never get used to people driving 70 km/hr on highways.
Seriously, if I do not consider the cost to repair my car, I would have rammed the car in front me to wake whoever the fellow in front me up and hopefully s/he will drive faster.
Plate number, may I say, make little difference in speed. Same lah, KL or non-KL , all perasan laju drive in middle lane at 70 – 80 km despite the highway sign saying “had laju 110km bermula” (The start of 110km/hr route) in the national language.
Seriously, if I do not consider the cost to repair my car, I would have rammed the car in front me to wake whoever the fellow in front me up and hopefully s/he will drive faster.
Plate number, may I say, make little difference in speed. Same lah, KL or non-KL , all perasan laju drive in middle lane at 70 – 80 km despite the highway sign saying “had laju 110km bermula” (The start of 110km/hr route) in the national language.
News from Sabah HO.
1. Second month into working, still no salary.
2. Working hours start at 6 PM and stretches into infinity.
3. Over – working.
4. Come October, maybe salary too will come in.
5. UMS convocation, or to be more specific, the medical school convo day, will be on the 10th October.
Good luck to you guys...
2. Working hours start at 6 PM and stretches into infinity.
3. Over – working.
4. Come October, maybe salary too will come in.
5. UMS convocation, or to be more specific, the medical school convo day, will be on the 10th October.
Good luck to you guys...
Induction and BTN
This is a fully – paid holiday from the government before they squeeze everything out of you when you start working as a doctor.
Everyday, 7 AM down to breakfast after a night of partying in your room with friends, air – cond and soft bed. Go into the hall for lectures on life as a doctor where non – doctor people make it sounds so wonderful to become a doctor with all the incentives, holidays and salary talks. All that is applicable only when you are an MO. What a joke.
Then come BTN, we have this old grandma who stares down her nose at us, made belittling remarks to reduce these freshly grad doctors to nothing but school children that need reprimanding form time to time. Some political talks dressed up as inspiring and eye – opening lectures then commenced.
Eat. 6 times a day, condensed milk drink a must. A heavy tea time of Malaysian cuisine (noodles, rice) before a heavier dinner at 7 PM.
8 PM more lectures while your full stomach digested everything and pulled all the blood from brain to gut, making you dream while sitting awake of the bed waiting in the room. Supper at 10 after lectures. Go back to room. Short party, small talks and gossips.
Sleep.
Life is good pre – doctor days.
Everyday, 7 AM down to breakfast after a night of partying in your room with friends, air – cond and soft bed. Go into the hall for lectures on life as a doctor where non – doctor people make it sounds so wonderful to become a doctor with all the incentives, holidays and salary talks. All that is applicable only when you are an MO. What a joke.
Then come BTN, we have this old grandma who stares down her nose at us, made belittling remarks to reduce these freshly grad doctors to nothing but school children that need reprimanding form time to time. Some political talks dressed up as inspiring and eye – opening lectures then commenced.
Eat. 6 times a day, condensed milk drink a must. A heavy tea time of Malaysian cuisine (noodles, rice) before a heavier dinner at 7 PM.
8 PM more lectures while your full stomach digested everything and pulled all the blood from brain to gut, making you dream while sitting awake of the bed waiting in the room. Supper at 10 after lectures. Go back to room. Short party, small talks and gossips.
Sleep.
Life is good pre – doctor days.
HO talk, talk.
After 2 months of abandonment, I’m finally back.
God, life can be horrible sometimes.
I’m now a working, independent lass trying to survive on my own cash.
And a lass who has lost 3 kg in my months stint of working life.
Goodbye life as medical student, now everyone calls me doctor, that heavy – duty title. Heavy – duty as in long – lasting on your feet as long as you are in the ward taking care of other people but yourself.
The day starts at 5.45 AM. 6.15 AM out of house to drive the 20 minutes drive minus jam to Hospital Sungai Buloh. Arrive and punch in, scan and compare previous time and smile if I managed to surpass previous time or curse if I made it slightly later. Hey, it’s one of those minor things that add glimmer in working life for me.
By 7 starts the HO round tracing all bloody results, making frustrating phone calls for untraceable results then updating daily progress. 8.00 AM MO appears for MO rounds while me the HO pushes the laptop cart along to type down whatever dictated for the day. Then Specialists drop by for the Word of the Day. Until 12 PM you settle whatever tasks set for the day, more blood-taking, type referrals, call up lab for more results, push everything to be urgent, get yelled by those frustrated by your pushing, deals with shooting up/dropping BP and blood glucose and desaturated O2, do some smooth talking to get consents for CT scans/MRI/procedures, and pray that you will somehow manage to have lunch.
Unfortunately, when you are about to leave for lunch, the relatives approach you because it’s also visiting hours when it is the only time they can meet up doctors for a chat. You smile and try to explain in the easiest plain Malay/English you could think up while your eyes dart to the clock from time to time.
Then afternoon rounds commence. Repeat morning doings. Pray that you can go home at 5 PM. Pray that the road won’t be congested with other people going home at 5 PM too.
5 PM. That stable patient suddenly collapsed; BP drops, consciousness going down the drain, heart rate shooting. You poke her everywhere trying to get one bloody line to get in resuscitation fluid. MO come, commence full blast resuscitation. By the time you sign the death cert, it’s 8 PM. You are post – call. Punch out, blast the music in your car and drive home, praying for a longer night to sleep and rest.
Morning comes, another repeat.
This is, my noble profession life for now.
God, life can be horrible sometimes.
I’m now a working, independent lass trying to survive on my own cash.
And a lass who has lost 3 kg in my months stint of working life.
Goodbye life as medical student, now everyone calls me doctor, that heavy – duty title. Heavy – duty as in long – lasting on your feet as long as you are in the ward taking care of other people but yourself.
The day starts at 5.45 AM. 6.15 AM out of house to drive the 20 minutes drive minus jam to Hospital Sungai Buloh. Arrive and punch in, scan and compare previous time and smile if I managed to surpass previous time or curse if I made it slightly later. Hey, it’s one of those minor things that add glimmer in working life for me.
By 7 starts the HO round tracing all bloody results, making frustrating phone calls for untraceable results then updating daily progress. 8.00 AM MO appears for MO rounds while me the HO pushes the laptop cart along to type down whatever dictated for the day. Then Specialists drop by for the Word of the Day. Until 12 PM you settle whatever tasks set for the day, more blood-taking, type referrals, call up lab for more results, push everything to be urgent, get yelled by those frustrated by your pushing, deals with shooting up/dropping BP and blood glucose and desaturated O2, do some smooth talking to get consents for CT scans/MRI/procedures, and pray that you will somehow manage to have lunch.
Unfortunately, when you are about to leave for lunch, the relatives approach you because it’s also visiting hours when it is the only time they can meet up doctors for a chat. You smile and try to explain in the easiest plain Malay/English you could think up while your eyes dart to the clock from time to time.
Then afternoon rounds commence. Repeat morning doings. Pray that you can go home at 5 PM. Pray that the road won’t be congested with other people going home at 5 PM too.
5 PM. That stable patient suddenly collapsed; BP drops, consciousness going down the drain, heart rate shooting. You poke her everywhere trying to get one bloody line to get in resuscitation fluid. MO come, commence full blast resuscitation. By the time you sign the death cert, it’s 8 PM. You are post – call. Punch out, blast the music in your car and drive home, praying for a longer night to sleep and rest.
Morning comes, another repeat.
This is, my noble profession life for now.
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