Sunday, September 16, 2018

Be Kipling

At a recent conference, a professor mentioned the values of what makes a surgeon. One of the points he said, is to Be Kipling. He then shared this paragraph; 

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise, 

And I swear I fell in love. Well, at least it felt that way for me at the moment. Earlier when the conference commenced, I had a brief mental breakdown, for some reasons I cannot fully disclose here. Sometimes, at some points in your life, there are just some matters that kind of just happened and you cant seem to control it. It just flows. 

A moment you are okay, the next second you are empty. That damn pain you feel in your chest whenever you got upset, the tightness, everything is real and it hurts. It hurts so bad. 

Well, today I look up the rest of the poem- its called If by Rudyard Kipling: 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Well, what do you think of it?

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

To Him

If darkness has a face, it would resemble hers, somehow that thought crossed her mind. It was pitch black outside and the silence deafening. It was not the eerie kind of silent that a graveyard usually yielded, but more of a comfortable silences. She didnt even hear the usual suspects outside (the birds that has been  living on her porch,  they are usually loud, but not tonight). Even the birds has gone to bed, she deducted. Somehow, she could not bring herself to sleep.

A Japanese legend said that if you can't sleep at night, it is because you are awake in someone else's dream. All of a sudden, the hair on her skins stood straight and she felt a chill down her spine. Whoever was dreaming about her would you be kind and stop? Dream of something else- riding a unicorn over the milky way, perhaps. Or jump into Niagara falls, for that matter. Her mind was almost always preoccupied with mindless things. She was a proud over - thinker and while she was still awake at this wee hour, she had an epiphany. 

All this time she was alone, she never felt lonely. There was a kind of presence that was keeping her company and safe, a higher power up above. It struck her odd, as she wasnt always a good soldier. There were times, when she was weak that she slipped. Sinning wasnt her intention, she did it out of bad habit yet He is patient with her. He waited for her to come back to him, even after she strayed. 

And for always believing in her, for being so kind and understanding and most importantly Most Forgiving, thank you, My Lord, she whispered. 


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

When you cant sleep

1. Old habits die hard. Do you know how terribly difficult it is to kill your habits? Talk to me about self control (what is that?)

2. When was the last time you did something for yourself? 
Some thing bold- just a week ago but something stupid *coughs* well just a moment ago! (many more to come, I guarantee)

3. I have been thinking, where do I go for my next escape? Japan? Korea? Or back to England? Gah. Cant decide! 

4. Do whatever it takes. Make it happen. Shock everyone. See point above.

5. Speaking of shock, dear drama producers, there are only two shockable rhythm namely Ventricullar Fibrillation and Pulseless Ventricullar Tachycardia. So, if the cardiac monitoring shows a flatline (asystole) do you give that poor soul a defib? No. 

6. The perks of being an emergency doctor, I'm trained to see what is wrong in the picture. And to look 10 steps ahead. And make fast and accurate decisions and speaking of which, a sweet escape is what I always have in my mind! See the third point please.

7. Amidst writing a case report, thinking of a clinical audit, preparing itineraries, saving lives, drooling over Min Ho and the mermaid - lets not forget to live. Live, what a word. 

Until next time.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Doctor 101

Why do you want to be a doctor?
Okay now hold on to that thought, can we please read first and come back to that later?

'I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind"
Do you know why Dumbledore has the Pensieve? Because memory is a funny thing, it is. So that he could look back and think, had something gone wrong, why could that be? What could be done? He also said, in the Philosopher’s Stone that it does not do well to dwell on the past. I beg to dream and differ. I think you always has to remember what you once were (mere junior doctor, wrinkly white coat, eyebags the size of Fuji) But Albus Dumbledore is a great man, and we will do well to heed on his advice. And instead of Pensieve, have it written here, my whole two years of training into a single, fat post so that one day when I'm grey and old I could always has access to this fond memory of mine. 

So, the rotations (in that order) 

Obs & Gynae --> Medical --> Surgical --> Paediatrics --> Orthopaedicc -->  Emergency and Trauma

When I first started in O&G, I remember having the most memorable time, not because I was a fresh graduate who seemed eager and most of the time passionate to proving ‘yes I’m a real doctor now’  – but because I really did enjoy the posting, even since the medical school. I love taking care of expecting mothers and there was just something about bringing babies into this world that made me go ‘aah, this is what I want to do’

It was the requirement that being a first poster in O&G, you have to tag for 3 weeks. (Indeed the shortest weeks!) And I was blessed with a supervisor (from my alma mater, brilliant, the kind that when she talks, you could not help but go: wow – I need to be like her)
And then during the final days, during this Ultrasound course held in our hospital, I was met with a nice surprise: a dear professor from my alma mater to which I boldly told, ‘prof, I’m going to do O&G’ and she answered, with a wide smile: ‘you are always welcome back, dear’ Goosebumps. Atrial flutter for a while. (kidding)

ObsGynae was not for just anyone. Labour suite could be detrimental, to some. I wasnt talking about 'eww, the amnioitic fluid spread all on me' but more to 'is it safe for the mother and baby to be delivered now? is it safe to rupture the membrane now? that kind of thoughts.

'Some people cannot believe in themselves until other people believe in them first'

Enter Medical, first medicine-based posting. The very core of this profession. There were just too many patients to attend to, diseases to know by heart, so little time. But I made it to the ward at 6 everyday, without fail. Thinking about it made my eyes swell ‘how did I get so determined?’ the answer: the thirst to prove oneself.

This was where all your knowledge will be put to test. And you learnt that each patient was unique, and that the presentation of diseases you so studying in the text book wasn’t always typical. But the approach to a chief complaint eg fever would always be the same. You started to have your own approach to basic diseases.

There was one person that I need to mention. I remember having clerked this elderly gentleman who was put in the acute cubicle, examined and planned the investigations and management for him. I presented the case to my senior registrar, and she did not interrupt, all the way to the management part. And the way she listened attentively to a mere house officer like me and finally said when I finished ‘yes, yes I agree, you can do this and that for him, but why don’t we take some extra bloods for him? And add this antibiotic as well’ 

Moral of this story:
If you are a house officer: don’t be afraid to start from the base. This is the way to learn
If you are a medical officer: teaching (and inspiring your junior is your responsibility)

One day we were assigned to write an essay entitled ‘why do I want to be a doctor’ by our head of department and without doubt, the first line I wrote was ‘I want to be a doctor because I want to be an obstetrician’. But I never turned in that essay, I mean how could you possibly hand only a line when the task was to write an essay? Procrastination level: pro.

I however, went online that day and bought ‘MRCOG preparation book from Amazon

'Everyone is a stranger until you give them a chance'

Surgical. No offence honey, but I’m just not that into you. One of the busiest posting, because of the tds rounds. Imagine all ward works need to be done before the next round. Even though my heart is not in the posting, my mind is. The way I compensated for that was to scrub in as many as possible. In time, I fell in love with assisting in major operations especially laparotomy. But still, when I leave the posting I took all with me, never look back.

‘The secret to a good life, is to bring your A game to everything you do. Even if all you’re doing is taking out the garbage, you do that with excellence’

By the time I entered Paediatrics, it was already the second year of being a house officer, thus was given the chance to go for neonatal resuscitation during labour when posted in Neonatology. The thing was, when you got a call for fetal distress at 3 in the morning (while on stand by during night calls, blanket all wrapped around) you run as if your life depended on it. The satisfaction and relief when a baby was born vigorous, with a good Apgar, seeing that little creature trying so hard to survive, and you did that for every day for almost a month, how’s not to fall in love? And then one fine day when you were in charge of the acute patients (at least 5 babies that time) and you were able to remember every single thing about them during the consultant round and made you wonder, was I for real, where did that confidence come from? Later that day, when you were assisting the same consultant doing an echo and she remembered you from that morning and asked ‘come and join us in paeds’ true story. I was budged and flustered by the invitation. Well I guess if you really love something, it showed.

By this time, I started to waver. ObsGynae or Paediatrics? But decided to wait first, after all there were still two postings left...

'Trust, and let go'

Orthopaedics. Very technical. Screws, interlocking nail, reductions and all. At first I was like, don’t know, don’t care. What kind of mind set, eh? Then, perhaps it was the silent rule that every medical officer in orthopaedics are ‘easy going, fun, laid back kind of person’ that helped, a lot, for someone like me. Looking back, I did miss the operations. The sound when the drill made it into the cortex, the way the fragments were reduced in perfect alignment and seeing the check xray afterwards!

Then it was time to fill the form for MO placement. *panicked

Finally, the last one…

‘I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you’

Emergency and Trauma department. 
Six months in the posting. Always be on the ready, as you never knew what kind of patients you were going to encounter. Stable? Unstable? Potential cardiac arrest? Anything could happen.

I guess the real thing was the transition from being a house officer to a  medical officer. If you were so used to receive and carry out your MOs orders and  sometimes due to the heavy workload, you had no time to question the management. All you think was, ‘my job is to refer this patient and get them admitted, fast’

Plot twist: the table turned. 

My first case as a MO was acute coronary syndrome. She came with a typical chest pain, had underlying ischemic heart disease although the ECG was sinus rhythm, blood investigations still pending, her chest radiograph did show a rather big heart (cardiomegaly)
I knew it was ACS, unstable angina more precisely but I just could not commit into diagnosing it. Had to consult my specialist only did I feel safe. Kinda funny. Oh, early days as a medical officer surely made  me cringe so much. But to be honest, even though I had been a doctor for 2 years, it still hadnt prepare me when it came to the one who had to made a decision, came up with a diagnosis and management plan. 

And somewhere along this posting, I knew I did not want to pursue in O&G anymore, the idea of getting adrenaline rush everyday at work was even more thrilling. I knew it then, not O&G. It was a clarity, it took me two years to realize that. 


Back to 'why do you want to be a doctor'?
My answer: cos it is the only thing that make sense to me, after all I have no other skills beside listening and attending them strangers

Few notes:
1. attitude is the most important, you might not have the knowledge, but it could always be gained (provided you read) 
2. always know your limitation, never be afraid to clarify, remember that we are dealing with lives here
3. find your muse - this is interesting. I have a muse for every postings, they kind of keep me going
4. treat and take care of yourself well
5. if you already know what to do eg medicine, and you go preparing for mrcp, that's even better!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Yes it's the festive season soon I am well aware of that fact but I can't help but wish tailors could accomodate for customers whos had fashion emergency, yknow? Like my baju kerja is way two sized over and needs to be altered but apparently they have stopped taking new orders...too many excuses I've heard today.

It's hard for me to accept that.

I am currently in my last posting as a House Officer, working in the ED rotation where all kinds of patients and chief complaints floods like a blown up dam. The good thing about Kami Sedia Membantu is that we will attend to your needs without being 'oh sorry, we cannot accept your father as we already reached our limit today. Sure his stroke could wait'

Here's to the job that pays the bills. Peace.