Goodbye and hello.

At 9.40 pm, my MA called to refer a case.  Aiyoo.  Just when I agreed to cover a colleague for an extra hour during oncall, was not called the whole 5 hours save the last 20 minutes which was supposed to be the original on-call doctor’s session. 

Which brings me to the oncall room to wait for blood results (I suppose I have to admit this poor chap) and yeah, it has Internet connection yo!

I am now in a district hospital. 

I have time for myself.

In fact, too much time that I developed a taste for Malay melodramatic series and I have created 3 plans for the future: goody-goody 2 shoes plan, evil plan, and I-am-a-master-evil-genius plan. No, nothing that will create any ruckus in the country save an outcry by my parents.  And I actually study here.  My brain space has decluttered; have enough sleep for once.  I have ceased my hatred towards my phone and now use it to call friends and for the greater good of my emotional health.  I no longer need to use two phones at one time.

I’m at peace with the world.

In spite of the constant palpitations of what can possibly get through the A&E doors and no one senior enough or specialized enough to turn to, I think I can enjoy this.

What an unconventional doctor do to pass time

I can’t help but feel that I have achieved something in life…

by…

being finally able to hit all the notes in the song “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis.  (Including all her high-pitched wails and stuff)

So all the practice by singing in the car while dodging inconsiderate express bus drivers at Karak Hi-way has been worth it eh?

Taking care of my baby

Everytime I call my mom, the same question pops up: “Dah cuci kereta ke belum?”

Now I have a favourite car wash spot at a nearby kampung that sprays perfume onto your car seat (albeit a male-smelling car perfume) and leaves my car shining clean for RM10, as compared to a car wash at PJ that charges the same but leaves my car with a bird poop stain.

Two days ago, I was eating at a stall with Naja when we spied a boy is taking a picture of her (presumably) sister with my car.  Isn’t that an ego-booster or what?

(BTW I drive a humble MyVi.)

Welcome to hell.

Terngiang-ngiang perkataan itu dalam otak saya sepanjang hari.

My days looking at X-rays/amputated fingers/giving advice to ‘mat rempit’ are abruptly changing to analyzing which inotrope to give a patient with a dipping BP and lamenting that the last time I inserted an endotracheal tube was when I was in medical school.

 Oh well.  This is precisely why I have chosen to transfer out.  Padan muka.

On a lighter note, I’m coming back to PJ on Saturday.  As usual, the excitement makes me lose more sleep although I am oncall tomorrow.

Can you believe that when I was in Form 2, I was actually into politics?

I actually read about political going-ons.  I speak up about politics back in school to my favourite teacher, who was literally convinced that I was precocious.  In turn she tells stories about her 17-year-old son, which in retrospect made me wonder whether there is a hidden meaning there.

Sadly, another 13 years gone by.  I am politically apathetic.  My life revolves around getting food in time, getting my dose of leave once a month (Babes, I don’t have ANY weekends off unless I apply for leave so cut me some slack ya), and getting enough sleep.  In retrospect I think it is a sorry state.  I mean, at 16 one of my ambitions was to be a political scientist.  And 11 years later I am still not registered.

Therefore I don’t feel I have a right to comment on current politics and current affairs.

It’s the same thing with my current situation.  I don’t feel like I have a right to whine about it because my ‘go-with-the-flow’ attitude got me here in the first place.

Hello civilization.

I haven’t been back for a month.  No internet.  No tv.  The only novel I have is Alice in Wonderland, which is ultimately annoying when it is supposed to be satirical and I have no idea what this person is making fun of… because I don’t have Internet to Google it up!!

 So it is quite surprising to a lot of people that a girl who drives 60 km/hr at most, had been able to:

1.  Drive about 130 km, which includes Karak-KL highway,

2. and alone,

3. and never ever drove on a highway before.

Never underestimate the power of homesickness, babe.

I watched Sweeney Todd last night and slept in the middle of it…  Yes, if Johnny Depp still cannot induce my eyes to dilate, something is wrong here.  I actually love the movie.  The songs can be better though — it would have been a stupendous movie if Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham-Carter actually speak… normally.

So I’m going back to a 130 km journey again tomorrow.  And I am making sure that I will come home EVERY month okay.  I need a dose of being stuck in a traffic jam (I have a month’s worth of traffic jam, thanks to taking a veeerrrryyy long route to PJ via Selayang/Kepong/Jalan Ipoh/Jalan Duta/Hartamas/Sprint Highway/Kerinchi/Federal Highway) and the luxury of TGIF and Chili’s (cheh… macam aku makan situ hari-hari je). 

I’m coming back to you next month.

Oh yes, I have a 3G modem now.  I pray to Almighty Allah I will have a stable coverage in T______h.   Amin.

Ma: (in Kelantanese Malay) So what gift did you give your friend on her wedding day? (Suspicious stare) Did you remember to buy anything, or even remember to give some money?

Me: (Pause) Oh me and my friends (sic) bought something.

Ma: What?

Me: Tuuuu (pointing upwards)

Ma: Oh.  What kind of fan is it?

Me: A ceiling fan lah.  Macam tuuu…. (pointing upwards)

So, I joined nine friends who conspired to buy Miss Dimunitive and her other half a ceiling fan for their wedding.  Why? Because they asked for it.  It kinda spoiled the anticipation bit.  However…  Isn’t it nice to actually get something you actually want?

I remember a wedding of a particular aunt, during which we were unwrapping presents. 

I remember 3 ricecookers.

I remember more than 6 sets of tall glasses.

Bowls.  Bowls.  Bowls.

More than enough bedsheets in the world.

Perhaps it is still alien in our culture, but my friends have noticed a trend in the upperclass to actually have a wish list online.  That way, they will actually get what they need.  Presents that have been chosen by other wellwishers will be crossed off the wish list, so no unnecessary excess.  Perhaps it will raise a few (hundred) eyebrows should I decide to do that on my own wedding (hey it doesn’t hurt to dream), but it’s not a bad idea.  I do have a request, though.

No big bowls.  No punch bowls.  No decorative bowls. To make it short, no bowls!

By the way, I didn’t mention to my mom we also bought a lingerie set for Miss Dimunitive.  As a girl can’t have too many shoes, perhaps a girl can’t also have too many undies?

Introduction

Yesterday was the day I officiated my work transfer to another state. Yesterday my horoscope also said: “You will make a major change in your work life today. Whether it is for good or bad, you must accept the consequences.”

Yes, exactly. “Shit!” is the correct expression.

Hi there. I am a 26-year-old junior doctor. I am more verbose in print than in person. I used to have a blog as a medical student, which I regularly updated. Now that I am moving to another state, I probably need one just for venting out. I mean, the blog kept me sane as a medical student in another country. A blog will keep me sane as a junior doctor who has never done a CVL and a PD and arterial lines and bla bla bla and will be dumped in middle of nowhere. Sigh…

Oh well.