My first time

One day, I was oncall. The calls are usually busy calls, but that particular morning was surprisingly pretty chilled out. By 11 we’ve finished all the work, so my partner took a nap while I read a book.

Then 2 pm came, still there wasn’t much going on. Visitors started to pour in. I changed the shift with my partner, she looked after the ward while I took a nap. Oncalls here, no matter what time it is, if you have the opportunity to sleep, grab it, ‘cause u’ll never know when the next time the ward would be as peaceful as that.

I slept peacefully for 2 hours.

It was 4pm.

Suddenly,

Dr Syira…patient collapse!!!!

Like lightning, I jumped out of the chair and ran towards the patient.

She was slumped on a chair as I got there. Unresponsive.

I shook her shoulders. No response.

Pressed hard on her chest. No response

Makcik bangun makcik. Makcik jawap saya panggil ni. No response.

Shit.

I forced open her eyes. Both pupils dilated. SHITT.

Shined light onto her eyes. Both pupils not reactive. SHIT SHIT SHIT.

Doctor macam mana ni. Kakak taktau nak buat apa apa ni.That was the nurse. Chill out, chill out.

On the other side, the patients relatives started crying. Other visitors started to gather around. Some offered to help, most just busybodies.

The nurses stared at me, waiting for instructions.

Ok cool down. I’m in charged here. Rilex rilex.

This is my first time, I’ve only just started working. Damnit brain, THINK!!

Rilek, ok what did I learn in medical school? All theories, no real life experience. It’s ok, I can do this. I KNOW this. I’ve been trained 5 years for this.

So I took charge.

Kak, angkat patient letak atas katil. Tutup curtain. Family tunggu luar. Yang lain, go away. Kak, pegi call MO, Specialist dan Anaest. Jangan balik selagi tak dapat.

I opened the patient’s mouth to check her airways. Her tongue was slumped behind. Inserted an airway in.

Checked her breathing, Chest wasn’t moving. Negative.

Checked her neck pulse. Couldn’t find any. Negative.

Started an ECG monitor. Straight line. Oh dear.

Ok kita start dulu CPR. Skarang!!!!!!!

So I jumped on the bed, and performed the CPR for about 5 minutes before help came. The specialists arrived, and we continued some more.

It was the longest half and hour in my life. I was sweating, and I was so tired, my hands were getting into cramps.

She was still young. And she happily talked to me this morning. I can’t lose her, it’s not her time yet.

But I did lose her.

And she did die.

That night I kept on thing about her.

What could have gone better? What did I do wrong? Should I have done this? Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Why do I feel so numb? Why am I not crying??? This morning she was alive now she’s gone!

And the M.O tried to counsel me

“ Syira I know this is your first time. Don’t get too hung up on it, you’ll encounter so many episodes like this, you’ll get used to it”

I DON’T want to get used to it, Dammit! I DON’T want to feel numb. I DON’T want to be heartless like you. I WANT to be hung up on it.

Right now, what im most scared of, is not losing a patient. I know that happens, it’s beyond my power.

But what I’m scared of, is turning into those doctors, who treat it just like any other day. Heartless and Cold.

Every doctor turns into that. Can I escape it??

6 months and counting

Can you believe it, it has been 6 months since Bude and I got married. That’s exactly half a year!! Time flies so fast….Gila kan?

Can’t help from thinking, if I were not married to Bude, what would have happened to me..hmmm let's imagine...

Option 1

Working as an f1 doctor somewhere in an English kampong in Wales, treating sheep and goats as there aren’t enough ALIVE human beings around. Also single and desperate as the only available males below the age of 35 are white as ghosts, with red freckles and orange hair, and probably weighs 100pounds with ‘foldable stomach layers’ i.e perut berlipat lipat.

(ps: have u ever noticed how red haired men have orange-coloured bulu kaki? SUPER GROSS! errr..tell me again, why do i know these random things....?)

Option 2

Working as houseman in Aloq Setaq. Since Kekwa is there, MO or specialist would not dare to bully me. And whenever I’m on call Mama would send warm home-cooked food dengan air sirap. Best jugak..

But then, there aren’t enough cute single doctors there either. So I’d probably be dating the janitor. Except that unlike The Janitor in Scrubs, mine is probably brown and shiny, with shiny oily curly black hair, and still weighs 100pounds and still has ‘foldable stomach layers’.

E.U.W.W.

Option 3

Working as a houseman in Sabah. Did you know that in some cultures there, hantaran kawin is 10 ekor lembu? (told u i know random things) So if our grandpa is from Sabah, and all our aunts were married, he’ll have 70 cows by 1980s. And if Abah stays there, and all us girls are married, that’s an extra 40 cows. That is a hell lot of meat to cook!

Anyhoo, takdir dah menentukan, I’m stuck with Bude. Might as well love him. This shows how much i love him

By the way, on 1^st May, the moment we turned 6 months, Mama and Abah turned 32 years. Thats 396 months. Or 144540 days exactly. BRAVO BRAVO! clap clap clap!

Let’s hope that by the time Bude and I reach that level, he’d be upgraded from only washing the clothes, to cooking, moping, washing toilets, washing dishes and changing kids’ nappies.

May all my dreams come true

Love,
Kekla