Cute couple
Work with sick patients, blur nurses, annoying people, complicated disease, referral, scary specialist, ridiculous patients. On top of bad hair day, messy house, messy rooms, lousy self, pending projects, pending forms to fill, pending bills.
Its like a cycle that repeat itself regularly. And most of the time, it will come all together.
It is more then enough to make someone depress.
Why do I have to grow up and to have all these responsibilities and complicated life?
What happened today.
I woke up quite early around 530am but I felt so demotivated to get up and get myself ready to work. Imagine the ample times I had to do lot of things like have a nice breakfast, probably wash my laundry or continue to pack my stuff in a box. But no!! I lied on my bed, closed my eyes, tried to dream nice things but had a weird one instead, and prepared myself at 730am. Had a very quick breakfast and off to hospital in a rush. I had wasted my 2 hours by doing nothing smart.
It was a very stressful day in clinic. We have shortage of man power because lots of colleagues applied for annual leaves. My mind was trying to keep track on other junior colleagues. One will be covering 2 wards, one on the way back from Sibu, on will have to cover emergency department for me. I hate clinic. Especially if patient comes with very ridiculous complaints you couldn't make a provisional diagnosis out of them but you can't spend much time about it because you have hundreds of others waiting outside for you. Plus, you have Maternal and child clinic to cover where you have to scan numbers of pregnant ladies. I hate antenatal scan. I hate signing for social worker form too. In general, I hate clinic.
To be in clinic like a torture chamber for me. Arghhh.
What else? I received a call from a specialist in Sibu about something my colleague had done that was not make him happy hence he gave us a warning. Sigh, I had to listen to a long lecture by him about something I didn't do whilst I had to scan a pregnant lady who didn't give a damn to come for early booking. BLurghh..
What else about today that keep my mood down? I am oncall today. Double misery.
I feel demotivated, annoyed.
I don't want to keep on working.
I want to go home and sleep and make myself fatter.
BUT....I met someone. Mr M.
An old man with reduce hearing who has been our "regular customer" for poor diabetic control. Multiple admission for the same complaint. Uncontrolled diabetes.
He always with his khypotic wife who is the only person that can translate everything that I say with her super max voice (since the husband is kinda deaf =p).
As always, he came for follow up and I noted that the blood sugar level was again high. HI high. On top of that, the wife also complained that since few days ago, he always had sweating especially at night after the night insulin injection. It was sign of hypoglycaemia. The more reason I need him to be warded. I explained to them that he must be admitted. His reaction and his wife reaction really amused me.
The wife was reluctant for him to be admitted because she knew that if the husband is admitted, he will stay for quite a long time. Her wife not keen to stay for too long because first they are financially constraint and it was not comfortable for the wife to stay in the ward.
Mr M was OK with it. He didn't mind as long as it is good for him. He literally gave his body and soul to us. "Do whatever is best for me"
Suddenly the wife began to scold him.
"This must be because of the milo you drank just now. You are too stubborn not to listen to me. I have told you that you cannot drink any sweet drink. But NO!. Not only you insisted to drink milo today but also you drank MY milo this morning. (=P) Now you have to be admitted. I've told you didn't I. Now I have to take care of you in the hospital. Not 1-2 days but for weeks....bla bla bla"
Fun thing was, Mr M was keep smiling and nodding every end of the sentence. Gave the gesture that he understood whatever the wife said and agreed with them. After the wife has finished talking. He asked me again:
"Nama ku ya? Masuk ku Chu?" ("what was it again? Do I have to be admitted?)
I burst to laugh till I cried. After long ramblings by the wife and after I have explained to him, he had no idea whatsoever. What a cute couple.
It lifted up my mood a bit. Thank you.
And I have JM Maria who is on night with me tonight. Yeah, it was always fun to talk to her.
So far it looks like a quite night. Lets keep it this way. Shhh.
Its like a cycle that repeat itself regularly. And most of the time, it will come all together.
It is more then enough to make someone depress.
Why do I have to grow up and to have all these responsibilities and complicated life?
What happened today.
I woke up quite early around 530am but I felt so demotivated to get up and get myself ready to work. Imagine the ample times I had to do lot of things like have a nice breakfast, probably wash my laundry or continue to pack my stuff in a box. But no!! I lied on my bed, closed my eyes, tried to dream nice things but had a weird one instead, and prepared myself at 730am. Had a very quick breakfast and off to hospital in a rush. I had wasted my 2 hours by doing nothing smart.
It was a very stressful day in clinic. We have shortage of man power because lots of colleagues applied for annual leaves. My mind was trying to keep track on other junior colleagues. One will be covering 2 wards, one on the way back from Sibu, on will have to cover emergency department for me. I hate clinic. Especially if patient comes with very ridiculous complaints you couldn't make a provisional diagnosis out of them but you can't spend much time about it because you have hundreds of others waiting outside for you. Plus, you have Maternal and child clinic to cover where you have to scan numbers of pregnant ladies. I hate antenatal scan. I hate signing for social worker form too. In general, I hate clinic.
To be in clinic like a torture chamber for me. Arghhh.
What else? I received a call from a specialist in Sibu about something my colleague had done that was not make him happy hence he gave us a warning. Sigh, I had to listen to a long lecture by him about something I didn't do whilst I had to scan a pregnant lady who didn't give a damn to come for early booking. BLurghh..
What else about today that keep my mood down? I am oncall today. Double misery.
I feel demotivated, annoyed.
I don't want to keep on working.
I want to go home and sleep and make myself fatter.
BUT....I met someone. Mr M.
An old man with reduce hearing who has been our "regular customer" for poor diabetic control. Multiple admission for the same complaint. Uncontrolled diabetes.
He always with his khypotic wife who is the only person that can translate everything that I say with her super max voice (since the husband is kinda deaf =p).
As always, he came for follow up and I noted that the blood sugar level was again high. HI high. On top of that, the wife also complained that since few days ago, he always had sweating especially at night after the night insulin injection. It was sign of hypoglycaemia. The more reason I need him to be warded. I explained to them that he must be admitted. His reaction and his wife reaction really amused me.
The wife was reluctant for him to be admitted because she knew that if the husband is admitted, he will stay for quite a long time. Her wife not keen to stay for too long because first they are financially constraint and it was not comfortable for the wife to stay in the ward.
Mr M was OK with it. He didn't mind as long as it is good for him. He literally gave his body and soul to us. "Do whatever is best for me"
Suddenly the wife began to scold him.
"This must be because of the milo you drank just now. You are too stubborn not to listen to me. I have told you that you cannot drink any sweet drink. But NO!. Not only you insisted to drink milo today but also you drank MY milo this morning. (=P) Now you have to be admitted. I've told you didn't I. Now I have to take care of you in the hospital. Not 1-2 days but for weeks....bla bla bla"
Fun thing was, Mr M was keep smiling and nodding every end of the sentence. Gave the gesture that he understood whatever the wife said and agreed with them. After the wife has finished talking. He asked me again:
"Nama ku ya? Masuk ku Chu?" ("what was it again? Do I have to be admitted?)
I burst to laugh till I cried. After long ramblings by the wife and after I have explained to him, he had no idea whatsoever. What a cute couple.
It lifted up my mood a bit. Thank you.
And I have JM Maria who is on night with me tonight. Yeah, it was always fun to talk to her.
So far it looks like a quite night. Lets keep it this way. Shhh.
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