Saturday, 28 December 2019

First entry before EOP (Surgery posting)





One day left before the real and first 'battle' as a third year medical student. This course is tough, very much. Each time during studying for exam preparation I will ask myself ... 

"Sempat ke nak tarik diri?"

"Kenapa aku gigih sangat nak ambil jurusan ni dulu?"

"Kenapa aku kat sini?"

With lots of crying emoticon attached at the back. Weird how I still survive till now. Allah is the greatest planner afterall. No one push me to be here. I assure you, no one. I am not that rich to waste my money on a course that the fees can even buy three houses without blinking.  I am not that tough to withstand the sleepless night, the worries that accumulate inside my head of thinking that whatever or how much I read... it will never be enough.  

Not to mention peer pressure, self-confidence problems and et cetera. To my dear future junior, you are going place your feet on one of the toughest road. Anyhow, trust me. It will worth it. The experience that not all can have. Being a medical student will lead to restlessness, being a houseman (HO) will lead to restlessness, being a medical officer or specialist even, it will lead you to much... much higher responsibility. Brace yourself.

and

Be a good doctor.




Pre exam scene

"Now, tell me the steps in doing physical examination."

I was scratching my head, "Aaaa.... first we have to inspect the patient?"

My friend stare daggers at me. Which means my answer was wrong and a big no was written all over his face. I just gave him an awkward smile.

"Ask consent from the patient first. You will be chase by our doctors if you directly inspect the patient without their consent during EOP (end of posting)."

"Ooo... yeah. Forgot about that."

"Now what do we do?"

"Now we inspect!" I said confidently. 

I was blinking innocently again while staring at my friend reaction.

"We need privacy, close the curtain."

"Aaaa.... I see, I forgot about that too."

"After that what do we do?" he asked me the same question again.

"We inspect!" My honest answer almost cost me to lose my head.

"Wash your damn hand first!"

"Aaa... yes. yes. Pardon me, allow me to wash my damn hand first."

'That's it. I'm doomed.'



Sincerely,
Lemoness a.k.a NoHR