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!