of life and death..

I started my new medicine rotation yesterday morning shockingly with 3 new in-patients with acute poisonings. 2 patients had established psychiatric problems, depression in particular and tried to end their lives the previous night by taking drug overdose; Paracetamol and for the other one I wasn't sure. The third patient I saw in the I.C.U was put on the life support ventilation machine and hence unconscious, she was basically found unmoved with a syringe and a bottle of animal poison in her hands.

Then we had an old lady who was a known Myastenia Gravis for years. She came in with profound hypotension and septicaemia, said to be terminal. We ordered a nice room for her final hours. She died at 1pm.

For some life just worth a scandal between partners, for others an extra hour of sipping God's freshen air is gratitude.

Of choosing life and death, how human fails to repent what they do with their single chance of living until it's too late (8:50).

Thanking Allah The Ever-Living for my 22nd years of life~

bermukim di Navan

I know I was being unfair for my negligence over this place when many of my friends have brought out sizzling stories on their recent lives, ie raya and stuff. Well if I talk about raya now you'll probably be mentally boo-ing me as you're reading my raya rants, the month's so over u say. Just to let u know my raya was fine, as raya fell just when my psychiatry rotation about to end, I had a lot of self-created free times to bake kuih raya, the one thing I longed to do every Ramadhan with my 2 sis at home. And this raya surprisingly I wore a lot of pink, the colour I used to hate A LOT. One advise, don't overly hate something, coz you'll end up being closer to liking it later (and vice-versa).

At present I am happy to say that I'm enjoying every moments in Navan. The bed & b'fast accomodation the college provides' definitely top-notch, couldn't be better I say. The best part would definitely be the teachings in the hospital. I was loafing in the middle of the ward just checking things around when my ex-model Greek intern asked in his purfect Greek accent "Whattha you duing? Come let's do exsaminasion together." And it got bragged on from just taking histories and the normal pysical examinations to doing the admissions, giving consents, set up IV infusions, order bloods, and the very last efforts of filling in the patient discharge forms. I know he bullied me for what he has to do and paid me with "You're the best!" and "Excellent!", (he bought me sometimes with those), but the basal line is I am getting one step closer to being familiar with intern's daily routines and the Irish health-care systems which I found very good.

And when my consultant said it straight to my face "Now Wan Nor, you're a part of this team, attach yourself to the interns like an umbilical cord, and get to do what they do OK?" I remembered putting on a determined face with a smirk plastered on my mouth and inside my whole systems jumped all over the place in excitements, I knew instantly it was gonna be a good sign. Alhamdulillah it still is..