No alibi pics

If ever I was accused of a crime or being Missing In Action (M.I.A) – I can’t really prove that I was at a particular place or time you know. As an alibi. Like these fabulous, happy moments. Where I’m supposed to be there but not really obvious. HIhihi.

*Photos copied from friends facebook pages*

shida bday

A surprise birthday wish to a colleague. Kinda lured her into the resuscitation area, asking if she treated the fake patient earlier of the day and enquired what the hell went wrong!. It worked and we celebrated with a cake from Secret Recipe.

I was there. I did not take the photo. But I was there.

iftar spital

Then there’s this moment where we had Iftar together at work. It was a quiet day and we managed to sit together at the table. Well I joined in a bit late because a patient who had a so called headache from 5PM decided to come to ED at 7PM near Iftar time to be seen. I thought he needed serious attention but it turned out he only wanted a Medical Certificate. WHATTTTTTT??? He came to Casualty just for a minor headache with no signs of increased intracranial pressure and normal vital signs!!!

Again, I was there. I did not take the photo. But I was there.


And this took place last night. A mini get-together at a nearby hotel to break our fast. I had to leave early because I have mata ayam Ee goes to bed latest by 9PM and the last thing I want to do is carry him to the parking lot. The food at Bayview Hotel was not too bad. Loved the meat and the potato salad. I wished there were more room in my stomach for more bowls of cendol. But I was full and on the brink of having a gastro-regurgitation. We paid RM59/pax for adults and RM39/pax for kids over the age of 4.

A last shoutout : I was there. I did not take the photo. But I was there. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

So yeah, I make a terrible criminal.

My tickets to ‘balik kampung’ is finally here

I picked up my flight tickets from The Office yesterday. This year we will be using Malaysia Airlines instead of Air Asia for our annual trip back to Kuching. I purposely made arrangements to go back a week after the actual Eid dates so that;

  1. I could serve the community by being oncall on a festive season. Furthermore, the nurses and medical assistants always bring marvelous Raya food and dishes to work. HA HA HA.
  2. I could take longer leave and enjoy myself in Kuching – hopefully free from distractions at the workplace. But I know I’d still be curious to find out the gossips at the workplace and such. Kuching raya sebulan OK..

So since we’re going back to Kuching for Raya this year – that means I’m not inviting any people to my house for berjarah. HA HA HA. (making excuses rite.. I keep telling myself that I will light up my house compound with tuntung every year but something always gets in the way.. hihihi). Instead, I will bring over cookies and nasi impit on an interval basis to work. aci kan..

I have laid out my suitcase – it will be another 3 weeks or so to the flight but hey, I need to plan our outfits early. On top of making an appointment with Stella for late night coffee or cake. She’s a busy woman. Then of course thinking of what gifts to bring to the relatives. The duit raya. The list of things to buy from Kuching – kuih lapis, pua kumbu, kaftans and such. Drafting the itinerary on which house to visit and on what day. The food we must not miss eating like Laksa Sarawak, Mi KOlok, MI sapi, Eskrem Gula Apong and what not.

What interesting weeks ahead.. yeay!!!



Communication Skills

Yesterday I received a direct call from my specialist. In a very warm and friendly tone. She asked if I was working that day, I told her that I will be coming in for my PM Syift. She said it was alright and asked that I call her back once I come in for work.

Of course her being a specialist, I thought I’d just go see her directly for I fear I may not be able to comprehend properly the anticipated discussion. Furthermore, I feel its better to have a face to face conversation so I could interpret her facial expression and body language better.

The main point is  – no patient died. But she highlighted a few loopholes regarding the management of the patient from my side in casualty and from her side in the wards. Nothing adverse happened to the patient but she felt a few improvements can be done in the future for better patient care. That 5 minute private talk with her was one of the most valuable lessons on communication skills I have ever learnt especially when it involves a superior with her team members.

When I first came to see her,  she made sure only the relevant people were in the room – for patients confidentiality purposes and also for my own privacy I suppose.

She asked me how I was –  my pregnancy and if I was well. If I was tired and congratulated me as she only knew recently. It was a good mukaddimah to make me feel at ease.

Then she laid out the background of the case so we could agree that it was the same case and we both know which patients we were talking about.

She mentioned my good points in the management of the patient, adding on her own points and experience which supported my decision at that point in time. Only after, did she suggested a few things on how we could BOTH handle the case better. Mind you, she is a specialist already but here she is, discussing with me a mere (so called senior medical officer) on how we could BOTH move forward and rectify these loopholes we come across our cases.

Obviously, anyone in my position would want to give my full cooperation and improve on the knowledge that I have. KAn??? I was happy to share my experience of the case with my colleagues and everyone was on board and took note of how things can be better.

There was no need for name-shaming in the Watsapp Group. No need for sarcasm or name calling. Or sabotaging. And the message still gets across. To the right person, to be disseminated to the relevant team members and such.

Wonderful teacher. Excellent communication skills. Could not ask for more.

So called glowing in my 2nd trimester

The ‘glow’ is most likely because of my makeup. Not heavy makeup but just enough foundation, blusher and lip tint to make myself visible as the medical officer on duty.

Just like my previous pregnancy (6 years ago), I am able to so far experience Ramadhan in my 2nd trimester – which is always the best part of pregnancy. You have higher energy levels as compared to the earlier weeks and you’re not much of a penguin yet, hence still being able to still do your daily chores and work commitments. My recent checkup showed that my urine infection has cleared up and should be able to continue my subsequent antenatal checkups uneventfully.

I’m bustling around a lot these days keeping up with folding the laundry and keeping them away, updating my wardrobe by giving my already tight clothes to my younger sister. Stocking up my fridge with healthier options. Climbing chairs (carefully)  as I rummage through my storage items looking for Ee’s old newborn clothings. Yup, I still keep them after all these years. In other words, can you imagine the hope we have from time to time for a 2nd child that I still hand on to these tiny clothes? I found his old stroller and Moses basket which would be useful later on. Mr Husband somehow ‘buang tabiat’ by buying talcum powder. Awal giller kot.. ko nak bedak sapa.. 

I made myself a To-Do List on an A4 paper as I try to keep up with work related stuff as trivial as sending in my oncall claims and updating my CPD points. Then there’s the more fun stuff of preparing my Parcel Kasih Sayang and making Eid preps. We are not expecting visitors to our home this year, tak kuasa I nak hidang2 bagai – but we are definitely going over to other peoples houses this year. Hurrah…

My little Syazmin has so far been quite a blessing. He/She has given us the Rezeki of ‘Good Timing’ so far that I couldn’t ask for more. I can’t really put it in words but a lot of Alhamdulilah moments has been experienced so far when it comes to work and also family. And it ripples on to Mr Husband as well which is a good thing. And lucky colleagues I suppose, kan? Entahlah… 

I’m praying for more good things to come. Insya-Allah… Allah knows best.


A lot of good things happened on this date.

It was Mr Husbands birthday. Made spaghetti carbonara and bought a cake which we ate at home.

Mothers Day. 

And the end of my 1st trimester. My little Syazmin ( this will be his/her first name) is supposed to have fingerprints now and is as big as an egg. My chances of having a miscarriage like my previous one is also reduced. InsyaAllah – no surprises. The last thing I want is to have PV bleed and to be unfortunate working with my male colleagues. Erkkk..

Am I feeling better now? Well.. my mornings are easier as I can have breakfast (thank you placenta for taking over the hormone production stuff) but the nights are still making me queasy and uncomfortable. Its that unexplained rumble in the tummy and that acid reflux that never seems to pass (unless I force myself to sleep with 2 pillows up). I still dislike eating rice and prefer noodles, toast or french fries instead.

On a different note, I need to look into getting my capsule maternity wardrobe. My pants does not fit anymore *cry blood like Vivy* nor does my FA scrubs. My normal working blouse are making my boobs feel too snug and big. Huhu.

I have my antenatal appointment due next week. Which means I’m binging on mineral water to flush possible stones and bacteria thus am ever so compliant with my Ural Sachets. *meh*

finally, my HoboMinci is starting to look more colourful. Dah ada mood nak tulis2 sket.