其实也没做了很多事，
就是开始觉得懒散。
突然间开了面子书，
见到很多以前同学，
在第二次战役中，
大获全胜。
喜悦之情，
真的无法用支字片语来形容。
而这时，
自己还为着明天即将进入另一个工作环境，
显得有些着急，
明天得几点出现，
在哪里出现，
还搞不清楚。
老实说，有时候还蛮喜欢小孩子的，
今天看到两个小外甥，
如此可爱，像pooh似的。
小孩子啊！愿你们的天真无邪，
可以让我爱上小儿科。。。
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
听心
听，是一个正常人能做的。要仔细聆听别人的心，却不是每个人能办得到。
最近才买了这本书，
有点引起我自己对写作的兴趣，
想当年，自己也曾希望可以出书，
无奈文笔不如人家，
还是写写部落格以了心愿。
这本书还蛮精彩的，值得一读。
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tatsumi Kondo
《爱之家》原来是一个很多故事的地方。
相传1996年，有位来自日本的年轻物理治疗师，
怀着满腔热血，来砂劳越当义工。
来马约三年，对那些肢体有障碍的孩童付出极大的爱心。
他就是近藤龙已。。。
若非有机会受邀去参加其追悼会，恐怕在很多人眼里，
他只是另一个对社会有贡献的义工。
近藤先生后来回到日本，
继续对体障人士付出，
同时也研制为轮椅改装，
以满足那些小孩的需要。
几年后，又回到诗巫这个小地方，
把他的毕生研究和功夫，
在这里发扬光大。
虽然在这里的日子不久，
他却深深爱上这里，
并在去世后，
希望将骨灰撒在拉让江上，
永远与河水上的砂劳越人民共存。
也许他先离开，
但他的精神和爱，
却将在那些体障儿童身上延续。
谢谢你，近藤先生。。。
Saturday, October 16, 2010
残缺也是一种美
残缺也是一种美 by 黎胜平
(Disability is also a form of beauty)
记得家乡门口的那个女孩
一对膀子长短都不一样
走起路来终是一瘸一拐
说起话来 结巴没人爱
街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害
女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈
** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她
因为残缺也是一种美
我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净白
我终于明白
记得家乡门口的那个女孩
一对膀子长短都不一样
走起路来终是一瘸一拐
说起话来 结巴没人爱
街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害
女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈
** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她
因为残缺也是一种美
我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净白
我终于明白
月亮不一定要圆满
残缺也是一种美丽
人生不一定要拥有
享有也是一种福气
逆来顺受 化腐朽为神奇
残缺生命 也能彩绘 出美丽的诗偈
我看清晨女挽着衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻的迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净
我终于明白
昨天又再次回到爱之家，
这次不是跟智障的朋友
而是跟体障的朋友一起工作。
其中一位特别爱唱歌和说话。
他的乐天，
让你很难不被感染到他的开朗。
当他唱着这一首歌时，
虽然没有技巧，声音也很普通，
但是那个认真想把歌唱好的表情，
吸引我向他投注我的目光。
在爱之家，真的是一个很多祝福的地方。
虽然假期不能见到好朋友们，
能够做义工，也是不错的享受
(Disability is also a form of beauty)
记得家乡门口的那个女孩
一对膀子长短都不一样
走起路来终是一瘸一拐
说起话来 结巴没人爱
街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害
女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈
** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她
因为残缺也是一种美
我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净白
我终于明白
记得家乡门口的那个女孩
一对膀子长短都不一样
走起路来终是一瘸一拐
说起话来 结巴没人爱
街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害
女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈
** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她
因为残缺也是一种美
我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净白
我终于明白
月亮不一定要圆满
残缺也是一种美丽
人生不一定要拥有
享有也是一种福气
逆来顺受 化腐朽为神奇
残缺生命 也能彩绘 出美丽的诗偈
我看清晨女挽着衣篮摇摆
从家门口渐渐走来
那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻的迈开
坚毅善良的面庞 多么净
我终于明白
昨天又再次回到爱之家，
这次不是跟智障的朋友
而是跟体障的朋友一起工作。
其中一位特别爱唱歌和说话。
他的乐天，
让你很难不被感染到他的开朗。
当他唱着这一首歌时，
虽然没有技巧，声音也很普通，
但是那个认真想把歌唱好的表情，
吸引我向他投注我的目光。
在爱之家，真的是一个很多祝福的地方。
虽然假期不能见到好朋友们，
能够做义工，也是不错的享受
Saturday, October 9, 2010
End of the day
It is finally approaching the end of the posting.
A lot of thing seems like still in blur.
But one thing I m sure is that I m not a first poster anymore.
HaHaHa... and that means I shouldnt do more mistakes in the postings to come.
I still remember the very first day I reached the Sarawak General Hospital on 21st June,
It s so big that I wonder how to run if any emergency happens. (Luckily I m not posted here)
Looking at Shii Wei and Jane filling the whole bundles of forms,
I wonder how my life would be on the next day.
Holidays ended, working life started.
I finally called myself a Dr.
Am I qualified yet?
I spent a day only for everything including my orientation.
and the Pengarah was so kind to let me choose to go to my favourite posting.
Anyway, I didnt grab the gold chance and it slipped away from my hands.
I was posted to Surgery which is not of my interest.
The very first thought in my mind was the speech given by Mr Halim.
"No matter where u go, must rmb to be the best dr in that place!"
Yeah! I can do it. I told myself.
As I entering Male surgical ward, Sister Lily with smiley face, welcoming me to join the community of Sibu hospital. Then, she asked a nurse to brief me. Surpringly the nurse couldn't find me. the reason being so was I was wearing a white coat.
HaHa! really joker. No doctors in this hospital wearing white coat.
After introducing myself to surgeons and MOs,
The first question was "Which University u were from?"
"UKM." embarrassedly I replied.
"Mr. Ooi, our new surgeon,who is ur super senior, gonna have much expectation on u. Haha!"
Will it be a good thing?
It's good! At least u have seniors in your department. I told myself.
I started my busy life here in the next few minutes.
I used almost 40 mins to clerk the very first case.
The feedback was no need so detail about all histories in patients. Just ask related ones will do.
Speed up! Faster. That were what I heard for the next few days.
I dare not to have lunch sometimes if the ward is busy.
14 days tagging was a big disaster for me.
Most of the time I had cold meals (almost cried when I first had the cold rice at pantry)
Why did I choose a crazy profession and doing things like slaves?
Does it worth?
In that 14 days, I could be scolded for something or for nothing.
the only things was the BIG BIG THANK YOU from my patients discharged from MSW, which pushed me to carry on.
I thank God, because He gave me a great gift, SMILE!
Another big disaster when Mr 100 appeared in my life.
Knowing his bad histories made me fear of him.
My limbs can't be controlled and kept doing funny mistakes,
and finally became his "coronary artery".
14 days passed, new challenge comes.
On call should not be a problem for me as I always don't sleep during my study days
and now I m carrying bigger responsibilities as the life of patients were all in my hands.
A little mistake could lead them to Heaven or Hell.
I m tired. but i cant sleep. I dont know what to do, how to manage a patient yet.
But 14 days tagging were definitely too tired for me.
I dont wish to get extended.
Recalling the bad calls that I had,
K+ was always the culprit.
No matter what it was, I learnt a lot that I had never learnt in University.
In this place, I got to know people is always selfish.
I knew that a lot of politics not in control.
I knew that betrays repeatedly happened in this world.
A good profession contented with dirties, unhappiness.
That was the feeling towards ending the 2nd month of posting.
I started to speed up. Meantime, waiting for new HO to be juniors.
Enough to be scolded.
MOs doesnt know much but yet they scolded u like hell.
Sometimes I even had to be scolded for their stupidness.
All these reminded me not to be MO like them in future.
One thing was so special that I couldnt forget.
Sister Ling taught me palliative cares in terminally ill patients.
that was the first time I had chance to remove SPC for a dead patient.
I saw how the palliative service works.
U cried with the family.
U felt the same as the family members.
at the end of the day, I got an angpow.
A special meaningful angpow.
3rd month of working days started. I shifted from MSW to FSW.
It s like from Hell to Heaven.
With a surgeon, Mr Ting, who is as nice as me,
With better MO,
I was relieved from frightened up by bad dreams during dawn in every morning.
Works are not only bitters.
The sweet part was having good time with colleagues and nurses.
At least there still someone supporting me and helping me.
And undoubtedly, I m still nurses killer...
Thank you once again. nurse in MSW and FSW as well JMs and student nurses.
Without u all, I might have endless nights could not have good sleep during on call.
Special thanks to nurses from FSW (in addition to last post for nurse), namely Yong, Mimi, Victoria, Silin, Yati, Bai, Sylvia, Dayang, Halina, Salimah, etc.
Towards the end of the posting,
I m more equipped with confidence and knowledge in managing patients.
Using TPC system is no longer a technical problem.
I can refer case in a better way.
I can teach Unimas students.
I can do works faster.
I know how to resuscitate a newborn (not practically tried yet)
I can mange pains.
I m no longer blur.
Thank you, my dear colleagues and seniors!
I wished I could work with some of u again. unfortunately I m going to the place that u all not going.
I m gonna adapt with new environment and new people.
All the best to me!
A lot of thing seems like still in blur.
But one thing I m sure is that I m not a first poster anymore.
HaHaHa... and that means I shouldnt do more mistakes in the postings to come.
I still remember the very first day I reached the Sarawak General Hospital on 21st June,
It s so big that I wonder how to run if any emergency happens. (Luckily I m not posted here)
Looking at Shii Wei and Jane filling the whole bundles of forms,
I wonder how my life would be on the next day.
Holidays ended, working life started.
I finally called myself a Dr.
Am I qualified yet?
I spent a day only for everything including my orientation.
and the Pengarah was so kind to let me choose to go to my favourite posting.
Anyway, I didnt grab the gold chance and it slipped away from my hands.
I was posted to Surgery which is not of my interest.
The very first thought in my mind was the speech given by Mr Halim.
"No matter where u go, must rmb to be the best dr in that place!"
Yeah! I can do it. I told myself.
As I entering Male surgical ward, Sister Lily with smiley face, welcoming me to join the community of Sibu hospital. Then, she asked a nurse to brief me. Surpringly the nurse couldn't find me. the reason being so was I was wearing a white coat.
HaHa! really joker. No doctors in this hospital wearing white coat.
After introducing myself to surgeons and MOs,
The first question was "Which University u were from?"
"UKM." embarrassedly I replied.
"Mr. Ooi, our new surgeon,who is ur super senior, gonna have much expectation on u. Haha!"
Will it be a good thing?
It's good! At least u have seniors in your department. I told myself.
I started my busy life here in the next few minutes.
I used almost 40 mins to clerk the very first case.
The feedback was no need so detail about all histories in patients. Just ask related ones will do.
Speed up! Faster. That were what I heard for the next few days.
I dare not to have lunch sometimes if the ward is busy.
14 days tagging was a big disaster for me.
Most of the time I had cold meals (almost cried when I first had the cold rice at pantry)
Why did I choose a crazy profession and doing things like slaves?
Does it worth?
In that 14 days, I could be scolded for something or for nothing.
the only things was the BIG BIG THANK YOU from my patients discharged from MSW, which pushed me to carry on.
I thank God, because He gave me a great gift, SMILE!
Another big disaster when Mr 100 appeared in my life.
Knowing his bad histories made me fear of him.
My limbs can't be controlled and kept doing funny mistakes,
and finally became his "coronary artery".
14 days passed, new challenge comes.
On call should not be a problem for me as I always don't sleep during my study days
and now I m carrying bigger responsibilities as the life of patients were all in my hands.
A little mistake could lead them to Heaven or Hell.
I m tired. but i cant sleep. I dont know what to do, how to manage a patient yet.
But 14 days tagging were definitely too tired for me.
I dont wish to get extended.
Recalling the bad calls that I had,
K+ was always the culprit.
No matter what it was, I learnt a lot that I had never learnt in University.
In this place, I got to know people is always selfish.
I knew that a lot of politics not in control.
I knew that betrays repeatedly happened in this world.
A good profession contented with dirties, unhappiness.
That was the feeling towards ending the 2nd month of posting.
I started to speed up. Meantime, waiting for new HO to be juniors.
Enough to be scolded.
MOs doesnt know much but yet they scolded u like hell.
Sometimes I even had to be scolded for their stupidness.
All these reminded me not to be MO like them in future.
One thing was so special that I couldnt forget.
Sister Ling taught me palliative cares in terminally ill patients.
that was the first time I had chance to remove SPC for a dead patient.
I saw how the palliative service works.
U cried with the family.
U felt the same as the family members.
at the end of the day, I got an angpow.
A special meaningful angpow.
3rd month of working days started. I shifted from MSW to FSW.
It s like from Hell to Heaven.
With a surgeon, Mr Ting, who is as nice as me,
With better MO,
I was relieved from frightened up by bad dreams during dawn in every morning.
Works are not only bitters.
The sweet part was having good time with colleagues and nurses.
At least there still someone supporting me and helping me.
And undoubtedly, I m still nurses killer...
Thank you once again. nurse in MSW and FSW as well JMs and student nurses.
Without u all, I might have endless nights could not have good sleep during on call.
Special thanks to nurses from FSW (in addition to last post for nurse), namely Yong, Mimi, Victoria, Silin, Yati, Bai, Sylvia, Dayang, Halina, Salimah, etc.
Towards the end of the posting,
I m more equipped with confidence and knowledge in managing patients.
Using TPC system is no longer a technical problem.
I can refer case in a better way.
I can teach Unimas students.
I can do works faster.
I know how to resuscitate a newborn (not practically tried yet)
I can mange pains.
I m no longer blur.
Thank you, my dear colleagues and seniors!
I wished I could work with some of u again. unfortunately I m going to the place that u all not going.
I m gonna adapt with new environment and new people.
All the best to me!
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