Iota #11 – Overprotected

Waaa… macam nak demam dah!

Why 'macam'? Simply because my thermoregulation center up in my hypothalamus has been invaded by some nasty allergens that caused it to change its temperature set point, and it seems like my body is deceived by this false 'new set point' and currently doing some compensation. If only I could tell my body system… but I ain't no man-made machine.

First day at the medical dept, and I feel as if I was attacked by so many viruses, bacteria, and many other spiteful allergens…

Risky… whattodo?~ *sigh*

The afterMATHS

I am really bad at mathematics! When it comes to numbers, my brain got a sudden stump. Mathematic as a matter of fact, is very mystifying for my brain to accept. Calculators are indeed an amazing invention ever!

Yesterday, during jaga, just before we left, the specialist questioned us for one last time of what we have learnt so far in the Obstetrics & Gynecology dept. Aargh, it was 5 minutes passed 5 am, we were supposed to be gone already, I was extremely sleepy and the cold weather caused me a nasal obstruction. Dah la mata berat gile, kaki dah kebas-kebas, hidung tersumbat… tiba-tiba dia suruh kira-kira pulak!
She asked something like this…

"kalo mens terakhir ibu, 20 augustus 2008, kapan taksiran kelahiran bayinya?"

Oh mannnn, I know! I know! This is the easiest thing ever! I can use so many methods to get this answer – the 'count back method', the '40-week method', the '266-day method'.

But…
it all involves calculation. Terus mati mood. So I just kept quiet, standing still and let my other friends to answer that. Malas nak kira okay??! Bukan sebab I tak pandai or terlupa…~ whatever~ ambik la kau! Jawab la soalan tu, dapat la puji skit, kembang la skit! Bagi chance! Cepat-cepat la skit jawab, nak balik tidur!

So, my maths is really that bad, or was it just the 14-hour jaga aftermath? I believe, my brain is poorly designed for calculation.

Believe it or not, I never passed my addmaths during school, until I got a C for a few SPM trials and finally an A for SPM. Guess how much struggled it was? I was determined for an A, not because I fell in love with it, but it was for mama. Just because she was hoping and praying for it and paid RM60 per hour for my one-to-one addmaths tuition at home for so many hours, days, weeks and months, that she'd do everything to make me ace everything. If only my left brain was adequately designated for mathematics, she could have had saved that money and got herself at least one nice LV handbag, or a nice gateway around the world.

Maths… I'm still using my magical scientific fx-570MS calculator, even for a simple tally. It has been like 6-7 years but it never ran out of battery. Amazing kan?? Battery Casio ni bagus sangat ke? Tapi kenapa calculator Wawa yang baru 2 tahun tu haritu habis battery before dia SPM? Oh, she absorbed the energy from her calculator and kept it in her brain. No wonder she got 10As. Oh Camtu rupanya…

I get annoyed, and I wonder…

Notice :
This entry is a kind of controversy and one may find it disturbing and annoying. When reading this entry, sensitive readers are advised to take their heart off their sleeves. I have no attention of directing any of these points to anyone. This is just a dispensing of my sentiments into words and posted to my blog. Again, to my blog. However, I welcome opinions. And if any of you would like to dispense their own veiled emotions, please do so (in your own blog I supposed). Happy reading!

I get annoyed with ungrateful people. I wonder if they have eyes to look at others' unfortunate events.

I get annoyed with ants. I wonder where they came from, they always make special appearance in my room.

I get annoyed when I hear stumping footsteps on the staircase. I wonder if they ever hurt their heels and caused pressure up to their uterus.

I get annoyed when someone put the plates on the wrong side on the dishes tray. I wonder if they ever learn how to arrange stuffs in order at their kindergarten.

I get annoyed when I see knives in the spoon compartment. I wonder what's so difficult? The utilities compartment is just beside the cutleries compartment…

I get annoyed when I see stain in my mugs. I Clorox my mugs so they stay spotless clean.

I get annoyed when I see non-sleeping objects on my bed. Bed is strictly for sleeping and leisure around. I don't even wear jeans to bed.

I get annoyed with procrastinator. I am one, and I am annoying.

I get annoyed when I worry… it keeps me wondering, I hate curiosity.

I get annoyed when the launderette folds my clothes not on their folding lines. Tak tau lipat baju, bungkus je la dobi kau tu!

I get annoyed when I hear nonstop complaints about Indonesia and its system. I wonder if their whining will ever make any difference… I wonder if the Indonesian even cares about it, so why care so much?

I get annoyed when people keep comparing Malaysia and Indonesia. I wonder if there are two similar countries in the world. I wonder if they ever go to other countries.

I get annoyed when I see strands of hair clogging the water drain. I wonder who is that hoping for other people to clear up the clog.

I get annoyed when I see mess. I wonder if it is a real mess, or it's just me seeing things?

I get annoyed with people who don't cooperate in a team, or support the event organized. I wonder why they want to be apart of the organization then.

I get annoyed with excuses. I wonder why people have to live with it, and so am I.

I get annoyed with forgetful people. I wonder if it is terlupa or tak ingat. I am one, and I wonder if my brain is degrading.

I get annoyed with careless people. I wonder how many troubles they have caused other people.

I get annoyed with people who bossed around. I wonder if their dads would set up a company and appoint them as the biggest boss just to make them happy.

I get annoyed with Mr./Ms. Always Right. I wonder what the price of winning a pointless argument is.

I get annoyed of waiting. I wonder where the most punctual clock in the world is.

I get annoyed when I am expected to obey to futile rules. I wonder if it is a policy or it is just a prank system.

I get annoyed of people with screeching voices. I wonder if I can plan them for a vocal cord surgery.

I get annoyed of sycophants a.k.a attention seeker. I wonder where their parents are.

I get annoyed of snobs. I wonder if they ever need a weight to put their nose down with gravity.

I get annoyed of stalkers. I wonder if they actually adore the people they are stalking and wish to have the same lives as them.

I get annoyed of body odors. I wonder if they really are living in the 21^st century that they don't know what deodorants and shower gels are.

I get annoyed of extremist and anti-govs. I wonder if they ever tried a better life without what they have now. Keep on dreaming people!

I get annoyed with annoying people. I wonder if they are suffering from ADHD.

I get annoyed with someone who easily gets annoyed and uptight. I wonder if you are annoyed of me then…

Last but not least, just so you know, mugs, plates, cutleries, and the toilets don't just clean by themselves.

Second 14-hour

This is one of the very little books I've read (I don't read story books, novels, comics or anything that is non-fi). The Vagina Monologues – IT IS about the vaginas, on how ladies proudly describe it and tell stories of their own supposed-to-be-hush-hush. After setting eyes for quite a number of vaginas in these few days, I must say that vaginas are not as pretty as how they have been described in the book. Our holy gates to the world are indeed very ugly. Luckily I was born a girl, so I won't have to marry anyone with vagina.

My second 14 hours was quite an excitement – to have the chance to observe spontaneous labor, dystocia, IUFD (Intra Uterine Fetal Death), vacuum extraction and curettages on two abortion cases. Napping at the surau resulted body aches and cold feet (the observation room was full). On my next jaga, I'll bring some sleeping kit.

ENT lecture was a two-long hour bedtime story for me. I never had such a good sleep in lecture halls before… and I am certainly not to be blamed! Came back from the hospital at 5 am, class started at 7 am, next clerkship at 1pm. Ah! Nak tidoooooo!!!!

Retarded fringe

"segini?"

"ya, tapi lagi dikit"

*Chop chop chop*

"Udah?"

"mmm… pendek lagi dikiiiit"

*Chop chop chop*

"gini?"

"lagi dikittttt lagi"

*CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP*

"udah?"

Oh sh**!!!!

"ya udah udah!!!"

So, here's the result of the chopping job (a short fringe which makes me look more retard, rounder than ever!). Tu lah, betul kata nenek2. 'orang tamak selalu rugi!'
Rugi because the price of a hair cut is the same whether you cut off your whole hair off or just trimming or just trim your little fringe!

So, there was at the saloon – a little frustrated, a little moody, and it poured suddenly, so heavily. Lagi la frust, rosak la rambut kena hujan!!! Kesian Kak Nuzul kena a little tempias of my retarded fringe frustration. Luckily her manicure took quite a long time, so we had reason to wait til the rain stops. Then I was all fine after having the most expensive bakso I've ever had, but it was worth it, so it's okay. Boleh pegi lagi.

Oh no, besok jaga!!! Rugi je hairspa mahal2 harini, besok dah kusut masai! !^@&#$%*

Bil,
hairs don't grow overnight. Selamat ke kuliah besok!!!
Chill! ;*

Revenges in debt

Busuk!

One of the disadvantages of being taller than average, is that you can stand higher than the average peoples' head. Why is that a disadvantage?

If you stand close enough to someone with an average height (say in a crowd where everyone is trying to focus on something, of course you have to be polite and let the short statures people and dwarfs be in front of you) your head and the average/short height peoples' head are almost vertically parallel. By means, if you nod, your chin might hit their crown. In spite of hurting your chin, you can also sniff the aroma of their hairs. By chance, their hair is simply BUSUK!

Okay well, I didn't actually smell her hair cause that girl wears tudung. So, her tudung smells, busuk! How could I concentrate on what the doctor has to explain? Dah la doctor ni cakap slow semacam, if he was a radio, I'd take the remote control and turn him to the maximum volume and put an amplifier connect to a stereo. Then I started thinking of if I had the PS joystick I'd move her to somewhere further where the air is not strong enough to blow her odor anywhere close to my nostril.

Yucks, I hate smelly people! Not hygienic! Yea, I know that she is not hygienic, her white coat have that particular stains since last 3 days, the sleeves are dirty and she is always seen with that one particular tudung. Euuuu nak termuntah bau! If you smells, I warn you not come near me or I'll blog about your body odor! Do I sound so mean here? Who cares, this is my blog! and even if I don't blog about you, doesn't mean that you don't smell, cause sometimes I'd just like to be more confidential

***

My 'jaga' shift last 2 night was a humdrum, 14 hours wasted for 'nothing'. No parturitions at all! Three pregnant ladies – all for cesarean sections. Since we only allowed to either be in the labor room or the emergency unit, means we had no chance to observe the CS at the OT (operation theater). Instead of expecting births in the labor room, 2 babies died in the emergency (and one adult). Aww… so sad~ not so but yea, it was supposed to be sad to see the mother was tremendously miserable…

Oh yea, there was also a rape case. Where the victim was a dull brainless 13 year old girl. Ah, benci tanak crite!!! Bodoh sial!

Surprisingly, I didn't really feel sleepy. I managed to stay up til 3.30am when I finally drop dead in one of the bed in the observation room. At least there was a bed and pillow and the room is air conditioned *winK*

***

Today is supposed to be the revenge pay day. Gym – pasar – makan – saloon – tidur all day long. But seems like I better attend the seminar on Hepatitis since it seems to be more beneficial for me.

antara position fetus yang menyebabkan perut mak diaorg kena potong! yang atas tu tak tahan... sedapnya baring dkt bontot mak eh??

Iota #10 – First 14 hours

I wish there'll be a lot of parturitions tonight… all kind of partums! Not to pray for the worse for any patients, but these sick people somehow teach a lot.

Lowering down my anticipation for the emergency department, and know exactly where I am – Rumah Sakit Saiful Anwar, not HKL!

Oh Allah, please level up my human tolerances, I'll be working with that one particular a$$ for this coming 14 hours. Please, please!

18-something

Life is far from fun nowadays. I could sense the scent of aging coming the way, flabby tummy, sagging skins, constipation, joints problem…

I was bound to find out a 'What's your actual age' quiz on facebook, amazingly my actually age is eighteen. Yes, 18!
wEee!!! For a nick of time, I feel young. I didn't have much memory of my 18 years old. I was too busy devastating about my SPM results I reckon, that I missed an A, or else my record would be a Forever Straight Acer. College was too dull, it was in the hamlet area of Melaka and all I could do was to study and keep a close look on my weight. I jogged for half an hour none stop, everyday without miss, and if it was raining, I would run up and down the stairs til my knee got scrawny. That was among my eighteen, in Matriculation College (where baju kurung and tudung are compulsory), got kinda 'addicted' in blogging, with the lowest body weight I ever had, and braced teeth. gEe!!!

For now, at age of 23, my brain is virtually obstructed with medical stuff, like imagining myself as a doctor (but not fantasizing about it), just that – not studies. I hardly find times to study, and if there is, I would glad to jump into the cloud nine. All I could think of is mainly about sleeping. In spite of having sleepless afternoon (by no chance at all). Oh yea, yesterday, was my second time to hear another soreness sentence such as "mulai dari sekarang, biasakan diri anda untuk tidak tidur di waktu sore".
*diam terkaku*

Sometimes I wish I could go back and be 18 again. Oh wait, no no, not everything about 18, I just want the body weight actually. I worked out twice today. Nonetheless, a small sized lemon squeezed a way lot more juice that I could sweat. Not even half a tissue could get wet with my sweat *eye rolling*. I need heavier dumbbells, I want 5kgs, and I need an exercise mat.

Ask me why I have two weight scales? Simply because two is always better than one (?). Ah naa~ Actually because my second weight scale is pink and it has HANSON written on it.

The Vaginas’ Department

Two hours til my obstetric and gynaecology clerkship. Supposedly, I work on my presentation about gynaecology hemorrhages (which is to be presented tomorrow). Too bad I am not in the mood. Too bad Obgyn has not come to hit my interest yet (just yet), perhaps it scares me out. Especially when thinking that I'll be on 'jaga' this Thursday from 3 pm to 5 am. I repeat, til 5 in the morning. gRrrRr!!! Camne nak tido??~

And what more? Vaginas? Labors? Bloody shows? Screaming? Screeching? Pains? Untrimmed pubic hairs? Waaaaaaaaa! I don't like to see all these! And I am not yet excited about clerking in obgyn…

My ultimate aim for this department would be 'performing a vagina touché @ VT'. But I don't think they'll ever let…

They just don't know how competent I am in poking people's vaginas and anus. I've done PR @ Rectal touché twice, and got my fingers came out with feces and even bloody feces! And I kinda love poking!

I wonder how vaginas and sacrums feel like…

Out and about

I'm too worn out for today. Before I start writing a yard long entry, let me just summarized everything (unless if there will be something nice to tell and should blog about cases, then it will be another yard long entry).

7.00 am : Sh**! I'm late!!! But still couldn't manage to get up from bed. Therefore I need Zuff to make me finally get up and live my Saturday. After hung up, I got a call from a team mate asking my whereabouts.

"Oh ya, aku lagi on the way!
(I mean, on the way to the shower).

Kok ga dibales sms aku kelmarin
(trying to find a reason by blaming him for not giving me a further notice about our project today)"

Si dia "udah!!! Udah 2 kali kok aku sms kamu ingatin…"

"Masa sih? Ga dapet! Makanya aku fikir kita ga jadi ato gimana…" (alasan.. alasan untuk cover hidup – tapi mmg betul tak dpt sms pun!)

8.00 am : a glass of milk, few pieces of Biskuit Tiger and I'm off to the hospital.

8.05 am : First destination – the hospital. Aik? Mana smua orang?? Ceh, dah kena tinggal rupanya!!! Fyneeee~ (but I didn't care a bit, cause my group mates are all what you called 'skema', salah sikit nak takut, lambat sikit nak cuak). So, dengan relaxnya, I pun jalan mencari angkut.

8:30 am : Arrived at the kindergarten (second destination). TK Sang Timur. Nama tadika apa macam tu? Tak cute langsung. But trust me, the kids are totally cute and adorable, and the kindergarten was so nice! Way nicer than any kindergartens I've been to in Malaysia.

So, when I arrived, the specialist was still in the hall, giving some speech or direction or I don't know what to the parents. They haven't started yet! And my group mates were there, duduk melangok. Told ya, buatpe nak gelabah datang cepat2!

Overall, we were there to access the children by the KPSP program. Checking on their IQ and motoric movements. Awww, bestnya! I can't believe kids are actually that tiny and cute! Their cheeks are too endearing. Nasib mereka baik, kalau tak, mesti dah kena cubit2 and gigit2 dgn I!

10.00 am : Third destination – Matos. Some groceries shopping at Hypermart and new note books from Gramedia.

1.00 pm :
HOME! Made mushroom soup for lunch.

3.00 pm : Forth destination – Surau Campus for the PDA program. I'm not sure what PDA stands for, but it's an Al-Quran study, delving into the meaning of some surah. Harini pegi surau pakai selendang je, safety precautious in case of menguap besar. Setan gile!

4.30 pm : Fifth destination – old kost. Just to meet mbah! I actually miss mbah that much, everytime I look into the laundry basket, how I wish I could let mbah wash them all. She washes clothes like no one I know, so freaking clean!!! She folds so neatly, my clothes used to smell so nice and felt so soft. Especially now, I need her to at least wash my white coats… cause I am totally bad with Clorox or varnish or whatever it is.

5.30 pm : Sixth destination – Matos again. This time, I didn't buy anything. Zana needed to get a headphone and new mouse at the computer shop. Talking about that one particular computer shop, that bapak is one nice man…

6:30 pm : HOME finally~ and not going anywhere. I need to go to bed early. Going to the gym tomorrow and the juniors are coming for kolegalitas.

Wow, banyaknya tempat pergi harini. Tapi, tak penat pun walaupun tak tidur siang. Hehehe. Maybe because I met with a lot of pleasant people around, and not work around and stick for hours with some people. Even the angkut driver this morning was among the adorable ones. That old man (the angkut driver) won the sweetest smile award for today! That smile came with a matur nuwun, as I paid him the fare.

Alrite… I am finally exhausted and going off to bed!