The other night

Bude and I are both on a week’s leave, so we decided to go back to Jitra. We decided to sleep in the guest room so that Bude doesn’t have to share toilet with Suzie and Suzie doesn’t have to wear tudung all the time and Bude doesn’t have to close his eyes whenever he sees Suzie without tudung blablabla.

But as you know, the guest room doesn’t have a fan. So we had to use the aircond which is belarrdi cold.

The first night we set the temperature at 23 degrees. It was so freezing cold that even my ears got cramps while my bones were so frozen I couldn’t even move my limbs. Bude on the other hand started to have runny nose the following day sokseksoksek (konon tersiksa sebab sejuk la tu)

So naturally on the second night, we changed the aircond setting to FAN.

But it turned out to be soooooo hot. Serious Kekla takleh tidoq tau. It was soo hot that my shirt was drenched in sweat. I kept on waking up in the middle of the night to wipe off sweat from my body.

I tried to change the mode back to aircond, but the remote control was too high tech, none of the buttons I pressed worked. (later I found out the buttons didn’t work because battery habis)

So I woke Bude up to help me. That's what husbands are for, right? To help their wives, right?

“Sayang tolong betulkan aircond ni please”

“Krohh krohh krohhhhh”

“Sayangg tolong please I panas sangat ni”

“Krohh krohhhh krohhhhh”

“Sayaaaanngggg pleaseeee I takleh tido ni peluh peluhhh ni”

“Krooohhh krooohh krooooooh kroooohh”

(Bengang) “ Sayaaanggg tolongla I takreti guna remote ni I dan tekan tak boleh jugak I panas gile peluh peluh asik takleh tidur panas ni selimut tebal potpetpotpet remote xleh pakai potpet peluh potpetpotpet panas”

“Ala you jangan la selimut krohh krohhh”

“Sayang!!”

“Achumm! Sokseksoksek” - bunyi hingus konon sejuk sangat la tu sampa hingus banyak

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii geram betuih Kekla.

So I turned my back on him. I threw the blanket and the pillows ON him hahaha padan muka biar dia panas.

I moved myself and slept on the far end of the bed (it was a king sized bed) so that he can’t hug me in his sleep. Super bengang ni tau.

Dengan penuh susah payah, and dengan penuh bengang,I forced myself to sleep.

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Next morning, i told him what happened . Guess what his reaction was?

“Hahahahahaha I tak sedar pun!!!”

“Serius you merajuk ngan I, I tak sedar pun hahahha”

“tah pape la you ni hahaha”

“Tu la you dependant kat I sangat ,nak betulkan remote pun kene suruh I hahaha”

And

“eh tapi power la I dalam tak sedar pun boleh bagi jawapan logic haha. Logic ape, kalau panas buat ape selimut hahaha. Waa I memang pandai dalam tido boleh berfikiran rasional. Terer la husband you , you x bangga kehusband terer cam ni hahaha”

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii geramnyaaaa kita bukan main marah satu malam, dia x sedaq pun and siap gelak lagi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sesi mengutuk MO

There is this MO. She picks on me soo much! I don’t know why…she even remembers my name (and not other housemen’s~!). There were 2 housemen that day, me and another girl, tapi dia dok potpetpotpet beleteq kat Kekla sorang, iiii benci betui!!!!

Why do some people like to talk so much? Beleeeeteqqqqqq mengalahkan orang tua.

Let me tell you guys a trick. When it’s your turn to be a houseman, and you get bombarded by MO’s..here are some ways on how to deal with it

1.Pray that all the bad things would happen to them

This is the exact sms I sent to Bude 5 mins after that MO shouted at me

“ Menyampahnya kena marah ngan MO F**** tu. She’s stupid. Hideous, old, ugly, and I hate her. I pray she’ll stay stupid n ugly – FTUGLY (F**** sTUpid Ugly) ”

Of course it was only later that night Bude told me that Fugly has a different meaning, and it involves a swear word that starts with n F. Oh well, I guess she deserves that too! muahahaha evil laugh

Yes yes, I know. Doa menjatuhkan orang lain tak makbul. Tapi doa orang yang teraniaya tu mujarab kan kan kan? Cewah baru time ni nak bedoa

2 Imagine funny weird things about that person

This is Mama’s way.

Bila ada orang beleter, imagine that person in naked. Dengan perut berlipat lipat, pastu buncit, pastu pusat jenis terbonjol ke depan, pastu ada rambut keliling pusat, pastu bontot leper and lendut, pastu penuh ngan stretch mark pastu ada bulu kaki berpintal pintal…

Ofcourse,to put cherries on top, you have to imagine yourself having a hot body like angeline jolie. Well, Na, YOU have to imagine that. I, on the other hand, already have it hehehehe

3. Laugh at that person’s misfortune….or better still, spread them!

There was once this MO (that I absolutely hate) talking to another doctor, and I was there like a wall, totally being ignored. For some reason this MO told the other doctor that she has buasir!! Wooot??! Why in the world would you tell people that you have buasirrrr???????

Trust me, it took less than 5 minutes for the whole of labour room to know about it! Nyiahahahaha im meaaaaannnnnnn nyuhuhu (but she deserved it)

I hope this MO stumbles into my blog one day…

Cuba bayangkan.. dia baca baca pasai Kekla benci one MO…she'd be like..hmm i wonder which MO she hates so much....and turns out that MO has a buasir..and she’d be like….hmm MO mana aa ada buasir..jeng jeng jeng...oh shoot, that’s me! wakakakkaka


Anyhoo
Yesterday I fried karipap (karipap frozen), cooked lunch and dinner. And today I fried mee for dinner and made bread and butter pudding with custard for desert. I also cleaned the toilet and played Mario on Wii. Feels like a perfect housewife! hehe

Till then,
chiow~!

PS: Jek, Na, call la Kekla weekend ni ok?

Babies and me

For the past 26 years of my life , I thought I love kids. I mean, im AMAYZING with kids. Kids love me. Im a KID MAGNET. Seriously. Any kid would be lucky to have me as their sister / aunt/ cousin/ neighbour.

I loved kids so much, I freaking got into medicine in the first place wanting to do paediatrics.

But as Bude said, my true self came out in the last 2 weeks.

I cant believe I’m saying this…but kid patients are driving me nuts!!! Seriously macam orang gila sakit kepala.

Currently im taking care of the newborns.

And each morning I have to examine these babies.

The problem is I like to talk, and as we all know, babies don’t talk.

Which drives me nuts because MO’s don’t talk to me cause they think I’m stupid, nurses don’t talk to me because they are just not bothered, and i dont talk to parents because they are..erm..annoying hehe.

So I end up talking to the wall, or not talking for a freaking whole day.

For someone who has a big mouth like me…Lenguh weeeeeiiii!

And then comes the examination part.

Imagine 20 babies lined next to each other. All sleeping quietly.

Slowly and gracefully I take out the first baby’s dress so that I can check his lungs. Out of the sudden,

Baby terkejut. Bukak mulut. Oh dear oh dear. Please don’t –

SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK and the baby cries on top of his lungs.

Which startles and wakes the baby next to him, who would then start crying on top of HIS lungs.

Which then startles the baby next to him and next and next and next

Tup tup macam dominos, within 2 seconds, the whole ward cries!!!!

AAAAAA mau pekak telinga daku~~~!!!

Adakah kanak kanak ini rasa semua ini suatu pertandingan menyanyi. Oh Tuhan…

Their cries are so high pitched I think my brain bleeds every morning.

Anyways,

The conclusions are:

1. Although babies are small, their lungs are big and their cries might kill you in an instant.
2. The only way I would be a newborn specialist is if my brain bleeds too much causing me to be deaf.
3. My own children better be cute, smart, and CRY-LESS
4. If my children are not CRY-LESS, I’ll sell them. Hahahahha

OK chiow. slamat hari raya. sampai hati tak call Kekla noh . ingat dosa tak banyak ka? ha?

Love,
Kekla

the Queen is back

Hokay, since Jek and Na have both gone back to uni, i guess i need to start blogging again. I apologise to my fans out there for the long delay ( yeap as suprising as it sounds, it's true, i do have A fan - don't worry Fadzihan Abbas i won't reveal your name hehe)

6 days ago i turned 26~! Bude was so sweet, he made sahur for me - sedap hingga menjilat jari. Walaupun pakai 2 peket instant adabi nasik goreng..tak kesah la...he woke up slowly at 4 ( I was post call so memang tidoq mati aa) then the next thing i knew he woke me up at 5 and tadaaa - nasik goreng tomyam babe!! sweet kan? if only my bday is everyday...fuhh best..

Bude also bought me a cake. kat secret recipe. tapikan...logik ka..kat kedai dok bertengkaq. I wanted a mango cake, but he preferred chocolate cake. Dia siap kata " Kalau x abes mango cake tu you makan aaa..." Apekahhhhhh how could someone buy a birthday cake to his birthday wife that the birthday wife doesn't want for her birthday?

Anyway, we went ahead with the mango (OBVIOUSLY) , which turned out to be super sour hahaha but who cares, i got what i wanted, that's the whole point! nyiahahaha


Muka puas hati potong kek (time ni tak tau lagi kek masam macam asam jawa)

So yeah, to summarise,

I'm a 26 year old girl, married to the man i love, working the job i love
and living in a house i love. If only i have a baby, life would be perfect!! ( feeling a little broody sebab semalam main ngan anak payat yang super cute!!)

Till my next entry, adios!

love,
Kekla

Ps: yes Na, you totally forgot my birthday!! Hampeh punya adik...Cepat call mintak maaf!

Weddings and Gifts

Here is the list of my favourite wedding gifts, for future reference if any of you are getting married, and don’t know what to ask from your family/friends/boss. (Kid, please take note)

No.1

Item: Water heater

Given by: Kekwa and Abg Zahrul

Kelebihan: You don’t have to suffer in the morning, especially if you live in my apartment where the water is freezing.

Kekurangan: Remember my stupid washing machine? I think they both are forming a team to turn me crazy. Last week…everytime I shower…the heater somehow doesn’t work. It’s belardi freezing at 6am!!! I had to count to 3 then baca Bismillah then lompat masuk bawah air.Tapi bila Bude shower, which is right after me,the heater is ok. Psycho takkk??!!! Nak sepak mcm washing machine tak boleh…tinggi sangat…

No.2

Item: Free accommodation for honeymoon, any where in the world

Given by: Abah and Mama

Kelebihan: The other option is expensive.

Kekurangan: You have to pay for transportation yourself. So try not to exhaust all most of your husband’s savings on diamond rings and hantarans and baju kawin and videography etc etc… because he’s the one paying for the trip too. It’s part of the pre-nuptial agreement, duh.

No.3

Item: Sandwich maker

Given by: Awanis (and Asa, although he probably doesn’t know it)

Kelebihan: Useful when you are oncall and has a baby husband at home that needs his regular feeding

Kekurangan: You still have to prepare the inti for your husband who, after only 6 months of marriage, somehow lost all his cooking skills. (Dulu time mengorat bukan main…siap hidang kat Kekla depan tv...ngade ngade betul laki aku ni)

No4

Item: Nintendo Wii

Given by: Jek and Na

Kelebihan: It’s super fun.

Kekurangan: When u work as a houseman, you are too tired to play it!

No5

Item: Bedcover

Given by: Those who matter

Kelebihan: If you get too many, you can recycle them as gifts for other people

Kekurangan: You just couldn’t give them away because they are too nice. At the same time, you don’t use them because they are too nice. So where are they? Nicely stacked in the cupboard!

love,
Kekla

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