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A second blog. A new look. A fresh start. A new lease. A new voice. A new life.

Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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Pushover, NOT. Saturday 31 January 2009 |

I do not like it...

When someone scolds me for something that she herself had done to others countless times.
Just because the bosses like her doesn't give the the right to do anything that she wants.

Enough is enough.

If she steps over me again, trust me, all hell WILL break loose.

I am NOT a pushover.


B*tch.



- jess, pissed -

"Too much." Thursday 29 January 2009 |

I get irritated when:

You've been popping in and out of the operation theatre like a jack rabbit the whole day...

And you've just finally managed to get into bed...

And 20 minutes later...

A relatively old Chinese woman comes in at 130am...

Complaining...

"My twins are kicking me too much, especially when I sleep."





I've heard of complaints that "My baby has not moved today.", which is perfectly reasonable. But to tell me that your babies are moving too much in the wee hours in the morning...
Is just TOO MUCH.


I honestly, felt like killing her at that moment.



People need to be learn to be reasonable.
Coz doctors, are humans too.



And if I knew how to scold someone in mandarin, I would've wordslaughtered her that night.


Count her lucky.



And as much as I am Chinese, I hate Chinese ppl sometimes.
Really.


-jess, annoyed to the max-

Human Tuesday 27 January 2009 |

I had a bad call.
My patient died on table while doing ERPOC.
It was a simple procedure, yet things just happen.
I still don't know why she passed away.
All I know was that we spent an hour doing CPR trying to get her back.
And yet, I know, it's not really my fault, or anyone else's.


The only regret I have in this whole unfortunate incident was...

That I told her that after the procedure, she'll be able to go home the next day.



She never made it home.



It saddens me, and terrifies me...
That one wrong decision...
Ends a life.



What others fail to see is that it becomes a real struggle, for us in the medical profession to bear on our shoulders.
That it's not easy.
That you may have tried all that you could, and yet you still fail.


And we carry this pain with us...
Coz when one loses a life....
It, reluctantly, becomes a part, of our own lives.


This, is my job.

And as much as it hurts at times...
More importantly, it keeps me...
Human.



- jess, one down -

"Don't panic." Sunday 11 January 2009 |

It was another bad call.
(I seem to be getting a string of it lately, I don't know why.)

But in the midst of chaos, I realize, that I learned even more.
(The hard way, nonetheless.)

What do you do when you have a patient going into shock post caesar, and another cord prolapse at the same time?

The lesson learned today:


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In which I did.

And after yesterday night, I realize that for a doctor....

Panic is the ultimate killer.



I need to learn to stay calm.

Sigh.

Now let me go figure out how.




- jess, who panicked -

Passion: Flood Tuesday 6 January 2009 |

There are days where calls really drive you to the brim of insanity, and all you want is just to have some time of peace and quiet without your heart stopping every time the phone rings.

This is the life I live.

I'm on call perpetually every other day, regardless of whether I'm passive or active call. Hence I spend almost half the nights in a month in the hospital.

In shorter terms, I DON'T have a life at all.

It's difficult, sometimes, to be literally worked up, and even when all is done, you find yourself too stressed out to wind down for bed.

I came back from the hospital last night, at about 2am in the morning.
I was hastily woken up from my sleep, which I just managed to do about half an hour before the phone rang.
I was needed at the hospital.
A baby needs to come out NOW.
And it need a caesar.
So I'm there, in 5 minutes, all scrubbed in, and the baby was out a minute later, all crying, and very helpless.
45 minutes later, I arrived home half drenched, from the pouring rain that heaven decided to call upon.
And I smelled of blood and liquor.
Then it hit me that, this is the life I would be having for the rest of my life.

When does it change from being a passion to a chore?

When you hope that calamity in the form of emergencies doesn't fall on the days when you're on call?
When you pray for heavy rain so that there will be less patients in the middle of the night?
Or when you begin to irk the phone calls from A&E, telling you that they want you to see another patient?
Or will the drive and adrenaline rush from doing caesars one day go away?
And that one day you'll end up feeling just mechanical?

It is not an easy decision, or an easy task, doing what I do.

It's not to glorify the job of a doctor, neither is it to insult one.
But it is the truth, and one that all should know, especially those who wish that they are one, that it is never an easy path to choose.

I sacrificed a lot to be where I am.
And I have to sacrifice even more to be where I want to end up eventually.

It hurts, it sucks, and at times... you just feel like cursing the entire world, and yourself for choosing this path.

And yet, when you chose to give up, or when the passion seem to fade away, something extraordinary happens, or just something so simple that it's beautiful... The passion? It comes flooding back again.

I had a bad call last night.
But I had moments in my calls where it was priceless too.

Seeing the face of the mother when we told her that she had to push again, because there was ANOTHER one inside waiting to see the world, when she was already holding one in her arms.

To see the baby who was just born a mere minute ago play with the suction tubing, and kicking the blanket until his feet stuck out.

And to see women, diagnosed with cancer, coming in and out of the ward for chemotherapy, and their strength and will to live.


I remind myself of this.

That passion...

Will come back like a flood...

Over and over again.


Now, all I wish for is that baby that I caesared at 1am better be grateful someday that I did.

(Damn, I had to brave thru thunderstorms for him man, he better do... or else...)


-jess-

31 minutes Friday 2 January 2009 |

1 previous scar + acute fetal distress.

And I managed a skin to skin in 31 minutes.

Fuyoh!

My best time till date.

Even the scrub nurses were shocked.

And knowing that I can actually do it, after trying for so long, so hard...
Tells me that I do have it in me.

All I have to do is to find it.

I'm proud of myself.
Not just because I did it...
But because I could.


Now... if I can only bring it down to 30 minutes...


:P

- jess, in caesar heaven -

A year later Thursday 1 January 2009 |

A year ago: I was just a houseman, trying to just do my work and not get scolded.
A year later: I'm a medical officer now, and I'm STILL trying to just do my work and not get scolded.


A year ago: I was spending New Year's Eve working, on call, in paeds, wondering why patients chose to fall sick on days where I'm on call.
A year later: I'm STILL working on New Year's Eve, and wondering why babies chose to be new year babies.


A year ago: I was in Kuching, and was happy, albeit the things that I have to forgo to be there.
A year later: I'm now in Miri, still happy, but never completely, because I have to give up even more to be here.


A year ago: I never thought I would be transferred out to the district.
A year later: I'm here in Miri.


A year ago: Life was simple, with the only worry that I have is to finish my housemanship alive.
A year later: Life gets more complicated, with a mess of crossroads and the path that I have to chose, and the barriers that I have to survive to get there.


A year ago: I thought that it's easier to working as a MO, compared to being a HO. All I needed was to survive housemanship, and then life will get better.
A year later: I'm NOT only doing MO work, but HO work as well, just because my hospital doesn't have HOs. And life, DID NOT get better.


A year ago: I wanted to do surgery, and I was so sure.
A year later: I'm doing O&G, and I'm... not sure of anything anymore.


A year ago: I was complaining about how there's no place to shop in Kuching.
A year later: I'm now flying back frequently to Kuching to shop.


A year ago: I used to complain that food in Kuching is boring.
A year later: I stand corrected. Miri has proven to be even MORE boring. Miri is a food desert. And I now eat more home cooked food and drink good soups than I ever did in my entire life.


A year ago: I was never keen on a long distance relationship.
A year later: It's no longer a choice, and I still don't like being in one.


A year ago: I was spending time with my other half every moment I can, doing just things that we like to do together. And life was a bliss. And I was truly happy.
A year later: I am here, away from him, and it hurts more with each passing day, just being so far away. It's even further than from Penang to Johor. It's THAT far. But to me, it feels, even further.


A year ago: I didn't know the difficult choices I would have to make, the tears that I would have to shed, and the pains that I would have to go thru, to be forced to leave my life behind, the life that I tried so hard to build. I've begun to call Kuching my home, and to be made to leave your home, is just cruel.
A year later: I've made a new home in Miri now, and I'm happy with the house I'm staying in, and the family that I have here. But there's always that part of me that will be missing Kuching, more so because he is there.

A year ago: I love him, and he's the one who makes my day.
A year later: I still love him. And he STILL makes my day. And more.


A year ago: I was younger, and I was seeing less, and searching more.
A year later: I'm older now, and I'm searching less, but seeing more.




It has not been a easy year for me.

I don't believe in New Year resolutions, because I don't think resolutions should just be made at the beginning of each year.

Pray for me, that 2009 will prove to be better.

Happy New Year everyone.

Appreciate what you have, and take not those you love for granted.

Hugs.



-jess, stepping into 2009-