Attach-ment part3

Alhamdulillah

The only word that could describe everything

Allah is the most gracious and most merciful.

I had submitted my attachment's report yesterday and He eased me with His bless.

Thankful, grateful. 

What I learnt? Seeing my previous posts encourages people thinking that I was not enjoying myself during those days. Should I make a claim here? That those thoughts in you are absolutely wrong. Why? Am I a person who are always with reasons? Yeah I am.

I am in love. In love with my future career. Now that I truthfully realise that doctor, hospital, people, medications are the things that are in my interest-list. I doubt myself before with the question "Are you sure you want to be a doctor? Come on sis, you will be having the disdainfully tiring, hectic days ahead of you. Are you positive that you want to make those sacrifices?" And yes, I always ask myself. Frankly speaking, if you are jubilant enough to make friend with the most indolent, laziest person on the planet, that would be me. Even sometimes I am thinking, why am I so lazy, negligent? I knew about it like d-uh. But to make a change causes me years. Enough, out of topic pulak..

Undeniable fact. I am going to be a doctor, a charismatic one. With god mercy. My passion is in its way of climbing the zenith of my timeline. Life-timeline should I say. To be an errr,,, whatever your future career might be, sacrifices are just a norm. Bear that in mind.

Ain't being a demure person at the hospital, happy to be acquainted with the MARA College Banting's students, Julia, Syakirin, Liana and Farah. They are so nice and friendly though. We even had our so-called lunch together. Wishing you rock-in girls all the best in your IB.

Was able to be a part of chemotherapy, Electrocardiogram, dialysis-thing and etc of the science-term processes that I can't even remember for now. It was so much fun. All the chats I had with the pakciks and makciks, will be such a reminiscence moment of all. And not forgetting, the eavesdropping moment when it came to the doctors' conversation.

Conclusion, those were the inexplicable experiences. What I wrote here of course was not resembling the real situation. I mean the whole awesome experience. Till then, ta-daa.

Attach-ment part2

Astargfirullah, astargfirullah, astargfirullah...

Start your day with the 'istighfar' doesn't mean that you are doing a sin, it is a reminder for you not to do one.

Week 2:

I'd been placed at the surgical ward (women) which was 3 Utara. FYI, just after SPM things, my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer, so she did her surgery at HUSM as well.  Claiming myself as a responsible granddaughter, I accompanied her days and nights at the 3 Utara. #Like a boss

Being quite familiar with the ward was a quite an advantage for me to observe the patients, facilities. Although the HO was not the doctor I knew before, that was not a big deal though as I didn't think that I will approach the doctor kowt... (atas sebab-sebab yang tidak dapat diulas lanjut disini) But the chinese doctor (HO) looked very similar to Ezanee, my Ky, Spidey's senior. I meant his face laa. Whenever I saw him around, I called him as Ezanee although his real name was Dr Lee, I guess.

Oh yeah, not to mention, Amni aka Meni had joined me this week. Yayyy for that! I was not a good example to her. I kept teaching her the way of 'lepakking', somehow to leave the hospital earlier than we should, went to grab the snacks not in the scheduled time, how to escape from the ward like a pro *but we did get caught once. Pardon me for my mischievous behaviour. I guessed I had to learn the proper ways to commit on the tasks that I had been assigned for. And when would that be?

Surgical ward. My alacrity of approaching the patients seemed to fade away each days. Reasons? I told ya why..

1. The patients in the surgical ward were so weak, they just did the operation, so they had the language difficulties.

2. The liaison between the staffness, nurses, doctors with me were not happening. I was pathetically disappointed because it seemed that I will not get all the infos that I craved for.

3. I was not being able to sneak into the operating theater. They said that I supposed to have a supervisor, doctor-in-charge and whatsoever. Sum up to my insatiable attachment.

The only thing that made up my day was the chatting that I had with Meni. If was not for her, I would be much more sadder. And Meni enjoyed the food at the cafe so much as she can't wait for'em. I will not going to decry every single things that I experienced during the attachment. I am a lucky girl. At least I was given the chance rite? Syukur Syifa, syukur..

Dear kids out there, don't be like me. Be a good one. Not too serious, but do grab all the opportunities that you see which are just in-front of you and also do search for em as well. Open your eyes wider people! For every single blink that you take, you might lose something precious. Allah maha pemurah. HAVE FAITH.

Attach-ment part1

Bismillah...

Signing up as a so-called medical journalist at HUSM for almost one week. And yeah, I will be doing this observant, unpaid job for two weeks. Well, At least I have a proof  for doing a thing, I mean a beneficial thing during this semester break rite? I am absolutely positive that most of the medics student are doing their attachment as well. So, fair enough.

Week 1:

I had being located at the clinical, medication-stuffs ward which are 7 Utara for women, 7 Selatan for men. Nothing much to do, frankly speaking, I just stood and kept my eyes widely opened for the whole day. I even  didn't have a least a kind-enough nurse or a doctor to supervise me around. Well hello! What do I know about something that I didn't even learn'em yet. I need somebody to guide me larhhhhh... Hadoi. So pathetic for an amateur doctor-to-be (InsyaAllah). 

Did I told ya that it sucks for being there all by yourself? Yes, it is.  "And to Meni, if you are reading my blog, plisssssss take note that I am dying, enthusiastically wait-ing for your arrival to join me next week!!" Believe me I really am.. At one time, I called Alysha, asking her how she had been doing at the Institut Jantung Negara (IJN), and from her voice, I am positive that she had so much fun. Well, lucky her to do her attachment with bunch of Ky kids at the same place. Sarah, Aqiliah, Diyana Adibah and Ikhwan  joined her there. Jealous much.

What I'd got so far:
1. A cool-doctor look by wearing a white lab-coat and a freedom of  wandering around the hospital, entering the private-departments without any suspicious glares from the guards knowing that I am not actually a real doctor. HAHAHAHA *evil laugh

2. I read the patients' file  and pretending that I can read those hideous, cakar-ayam handwritings. Pardon for my sincere comment, but not to mention there are few of the docs who have really nice ones. 

3. I kept jotting down all the infos that I am able to jot. Seriously folks, I do not know much but holding a notebook with no use of it, it made your hands cramped. *just a myself-made theory

4. I realised that  one day could be either very long or too short. When we occupied the times with some useful stuffs and activities, oh mannnn  the day are way tooo long. That's what I felt of been whole day long at the hospital. 
5. I got to know humans. We, human beings, are very unique. We had numerous of different characteristics. That's what made we differed from each other and special in our own way.
6. I was amazed with the people who accept their fate of having illnesses. They fought for their lives. Especially the small children. They were so strong. May Allah bless em. 


I would be doing my part2 for this experience. So, I'mma not going any further. 


p/s: 7/12/2011.. My grandmother was rested in peace to meet the Almighty Creator. Al-fatihah. Semoga Allah swt mencucuri rahmat ke atas roh Allayarhamah. Amin, amin, amin.