My Klinik Kesihatan Chapter. Starts right now.


After 6 years serving as a Medical Officer in Jasin Hospital, it was finally time to bid au revoir. I wish I could thank and apologize to more people during my mini farewell party but … well, maybe next time. Honestly speaking, my stint there was one of the best parts of my life. In short, I was H.A.P.P.Y to be myself. To act like myself and not how another person think I should. Macam dewasa but still boleh cute2 walaupun dah berumo. Not all people can accept behaviour like that tau. Someone once told me I should act my age, meaning like in my 30s. Or was it late 20s. I was a bit taken aback at the time because I thought it was OK to ‘be yourself’ and let yourself loose among friends while still maintaining your professionalism in front of patients but apparently not.. Tak ingat plak beruk mana yg tegur I tuh.  Camtuhlah.. I don’t know if an opportunity like that will ever come again. (of course it will, LOL)

5th FEBRUARY 2018 – I had to start all over again. Creating good first impressions despite the false circulating rumours ( why lah.. belum sempat menapak kat tempat parking pun.. dah kuar cerita2 tak best) about the choice of my placement and its inevitable circumstances. I managed to clear the air when I found out about it but still, the truth may not reach everyone, kan? Forging new relationships was OK. It may be difficult to weave seamlessly into a clique but I will take ‘friendly’ anytime. I will work on Trust later on.

Klinik Kesihatan or ‘general practice’ was not my forte but I am open to new experiences and responsibilities. On top of Sabar, I believe that if we set our intentions right, together with diligence, things will work out in the end. *more on that Sabar thing later*. After all, I will be shifting grades soon and this would mean me having to shoulder heavier responsibilities whether I am ready or not. I am still figuring things out. It’s not only about knowing the diseases and workflow related to GP practice, it’s also about being alert about the politics of the place. To survive.


That is my car. It looks like a kitchen and office combined. The mess kind of reflects my state of mind at the moment. Yalah.. new baby, new job scope, new lifestyle… so many adapting to do. And in the near future, Mr Husband plak is going for Umrah with HIS FAMILY for 10 days leaving me to handle the 2 kids without my in laws this time. AND WITHOUT MY LEAVE APPROVED BY MY NEW BOSS. 

At first I was a bit furious with Mr Husband because of all dates – why does this Umrah trip have to happen during the month when I’m making all these transitions? Can it not wait till later? But after putting myself in everybody elses shoes especially Mr Husbands shoes (like I always do because I’m a tremendous, understanding wife like that).. I guess that would be most CONVENIENT for him as a Masters Student with limited holidays and annual leaves. So, I terpaksa REDHA. His nucleus family, the one that raised him for the past 30 plus years need him more there for the Umrah to be successful. INSYAALLAH. 

Consequently, I have to play my INDEPENDENT and ENERGETIC 24/7 card to juggle it all. Thankfully my new workplace is just 8 KM away from my house but the traffic can be ugly. I still need about 30 minutes to commute.  Takpe.. boleh breakfast dalam kereta. HAAHAHAHa. *positive vibes*

A tough beginning to a new chapter. I might as well make it interesting and worthwhile.


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