A possibly tragic October

Just thinking about next months roster and added responsibilities are already making me an emotional wreck. Not to sound melodramatic, but family time would be affected and my son would probably not recognize me as Mummy. Maybe the mumia mummy. Huhu.. exaggerate lebih.


But then again, who am I, a little medical officer in a district setting to complain? oncall sikit pun nak cakap banyak? yah yah.. Im sadapping. I’m sure my counterparts in the tertiary hospital are having yo-yo feelings regarding their job as well. Their job demands are tougher, they deal with more lives than we do.

Big, profound changes are coming my way soon. I would say most are half-baked ideas but then an orthopedic surgeon once said, if you can’t give a solution to the problem, don’t even think about raising the issue”

So yeah, keeping mum.


Its Monday


From my Mini Galaxy.

This is what Im bartering in exchange for a place in anaesthesia. Till now Im still undecided on which is a Want and which is a Need. While I crave for an adrenaline rush (within my comfort zone, of course) I too need that quiet low key life where I get to spend to with my family. Yes, careerwise… Most options are like what the Malay proverb would say ‘bagai telur di hujung tanduk’.

Decide Minci decide!!

Laments from the small town

“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.”

 Khalil Gibran

It seems that Ive got a lot of things to get used to regarding working in a district environment;

  1. The relatively long drive to work in my old, ruined 2002 Kancil. Id probably end up having an ‘occupational hazard’ lung if I keep inhaling the smoke coming out from the trucks eczos pipes.
  2. Arriving early to work with the aim of starting my rounds early only to be held up by something non related to ward work. For instance, writing up case summaries for the Manipal Students exam. Honestly, it would have helped if the Professor does not put too much of an air. Despite that, a heartful thank you to the ward Sister because she made an effort to help me get my monetary reimbursement for my assistance to the exam. If it was solely me, I wouldnt be bothered at all to make the claim.
  3. Speaking to patients who will give you a different story everytime.
  4. Speaking to patients who are not bothered with their medical illness, defaults treatments and to a certain extent keep saying that ‘doctors not telling me anything’ story.
  5. Breach patient confidentiality. To a certain extent, not even telling the patient their diagnosis because of the family’s request. I think this is the most frustrating of all – to practice medicine in all this secrecy.
  6. A place which looks like a weekend everyday
  7. Very lenient MCs. Pergh.. hate this one too when sometimes patients request unreasonable amounts of rest days.
  8. Expensive food. yahhhhhhhhhh
  9. Something positive: at least the SN, PPK and other personnels know their job description and execute them well
  10. Patients will come back after a week or two.


Learning to persevere