Sunday, November 02, 2008

in times like these

I used to know someone who quits medical school halfway through it because she found it difficult to cope. I also knew someone who had to repeat the final year for 2 to 3 consecutive years as she failed the exam each time. She wasn't stupid, she was simply forced by the parents to study medicine and become a doctor.

There's general consensus out there that brilliant students should either become doctors, engineers, lawyers or accountants. It's as if these professions are superior and meant for special bright people only.

I personally feel that we should become what we want to be. There's always the concept of rezki, chance or luck, whichever way you wanna call it, yes we don't always get what we want. But I still think that passion guided career takes one higher than the rest.

One and almost-half a year in the medical profession, I saw and heard the stories of not a few but many doctors who; half-way through medical career; suddenly realized how difficult it is and had a change of heart. There's a doctor in the current hospital I work in whom, after long arduous years of internship, SHO and registrar with multiple exams attempts and finally passed them all (paediatrics membership exams are a lot harder to pass than the rest), suddenly went for an interview to work in a rehab center of an adult hospital. She said she couldn't take the lifestyle anymore.

So I thought, what makes a doctor really? Being brilliant is not enough apparently. You have to be tough mentally and physically for the long draining working hours, and self-less enough to sacrifice your life in order to save other people's lives. So what drives these exactly?

Money? Heh believe me you're in the wrong profession if you want to be rich by being a doctor. Fame? Not everyone has the heart of gold like Dr Jemilah Mahmood. Intention and passion? Is it strong enough to push you through all the way in this?

As for me, I used to never see myself in other skin than as a doctor. Eversince I was a kid. The passion kept mounting I thought nothing can stop me from becoming a good one and nobody else has a passion stronger than mine. Yes, I was proud. Then even so, after one and almost half-a year as a doctor (not even thaaat long), not a few times I started having second thoughts. For now, paeds is great, but hmm what about radiology, or histology. The 9 to 5 lifestyle is so tempting. One morning I was passing by the high-street of shops on the way to the hospital and had thought how nice it is if I were a salesgirl. Yes the grass is always greener on the other side.

Then again, I think what make a great doctor great is the search of example-led passions injected by the preceded great doctors. That's me at least I don't know about others. Each time I encounter each fallible medical moment, it is always the presence or the thought of great consultants that I know of would put my spirits up again. It's them, and I want to be like them. I'm almost sure their roads to becoming what they are now are not silky smooth as well.

I guess that's how life is. No fairy tales. Not especially in the medical world.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

the big L

You know.

There are thousands of reasons not to be with someone. Yes you can create thousands of ways for same too.

Like saying that you're taken (or pretending for the same), or confessing that you have a terminal disease, or an acute infection (make it more dramatic like an inflamed genital herpes or something like that), or saying you're migrating to a strange place like Timbuktu to learn clay art; my main point is - there are thousand of ways to do it.

There are also thousands of reasons to be with someone too. Well for this one reasons need not to be justified as your heart will tell when it comes. Too hot, too cold, cool, uncool, fair, dark, sweet, bitter, funny, uncanny - too much too little. Cues are sent with questionable pick up rate.

You can do the old trick of sending love letters dusted with perfumed powder, throwing peebles on the bedroom window, making a scrap book out of him/her, or the latter days ways of sending thoughts via sms/messenger/email, burn a cd full of love songs, pretended to be late and surprised him/her with a confession; few of the many ways.

The heart is a funny thing. Indeed.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

post-raya

Hey. I'm back.


Home was terrific. Glad to see the good lot, sad too not able to see the rest. Eid is eid, eat till you sweat rendang and lemang.

Back in rainy Dublin, I was greeted by the happy registrar who was almost half broken left alone for 2 weeks. There were piles of works and presentations due. Ghastly.

In ICU today my super wonderwoman boss sent me a signal from far. Those (protruded) eyes said - come here we'll talk to this kiddo's parents. At the same time they were doing portable CXR on the other patient beside us. Funny was, the boss refused to leave and continued talking. The radiographers signaled me, of all people, to tell the boss. I, tried my polite-est gesture to boss, meaning to convey the message that we needed to leave the bed. Either she didn't get it, or just refused to leave the heated discussions with parents. So we all had to stay. And embraced the unnecessary radiation dose.

My poor ovaries!

Mom is here. That means, a happy cup of coffee in the morning, and a wonderful dinner going home to. After years of living away, everyone needs this kinda pampering.

roti canai with rendang

To my dear Seri Puteri girls, sorry I missed the potluck and tak sempat jumpa. Next time ye i'Allah. To the others, you made my holidays such a memorable one.

Till next time ;)


Thursday, September 25, 2008

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir & Batin


Suatu Hari Di Hari Raya - M. Nasir



It's the anticipation of it. Imagining oneself in the arms of the loved ones, the warmth of the long subdued friendships, laughters and joy.

I am fretting counting every seconds gone.

Home, here I come!
Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri
Maaf Zahir & Batin
Dengan ingatan tulus ikhlas.


Thursday, September 18, 2008

round two

OK we're already in the second half of the month. A good time to take a step back and do a bit of post-mortem of the first half. Not looking too good for me. Haish..

Work has been extremely busy. Was constantly on my feet all day, if only they can talk you'll hear them scream. It's the start of the season, like the boss said - Welcome to the Lungs Season. All of the asthmatics, pneumonias, bronchiolitis and whatsnot. All of the happy wheezers suddenly become unhappy. Didn't sleep a wink last on-call and was still in A&E and wards the next day till 6PM. I collapsed at home and slept straight from 6.30PM till 4.30AM. Missed everything in between. Welcome to the real deal.

A good friend Shahirah reminded us to be grateful of what we have. I remembered the eye-opening experience we had in Cambodia. One of them was on arrival in Siem Reap at the bus station. Upon meeting our guide person, there were these kids rushing to our van with their hands reaching out and pointing our food containers. Nyam - they said, which means food in Khmer. We were startled at first, confused at same, then realizing there were no danger we gave them our canned sardines, left overs from the stay in Phnom Penh. They were simply delighted, walking away cheerfully as if they've gotten the biggest catch of the day.




I should start going back to these places. Too much luxury can cloud the conscience. If you see my fridge you'll die. Leftovers and more leftovers. Orang lain malnutrisi sebab tak cukup makan.