29 March 2010

Bee like a buzz

Just for the record.

I rather live in a day to day reality where it hurts when someone slaps you in the face. Rather that dreaming a beautiful fantasy life only to wake up 7 hours later to face the inevitable disappointment (which includes having late supper with Megan Fox in Brickfields).

I'm happy with the way things are right now.

Now.. It kinda feels like I'm reading a really good novel, in which I knew how the ending is gonna be like. No more unfold twisted surprises in the end. And yet somehow knowing the ending is not deterring me from continuing reading it.

Bla bla yada yada, I should be doing some work now.
But whadaheck... I had done quite a lot today including these last few days.
Quite happy with the progress.. plus the fact I've been given Thursday and Friday off as well.

You make me smile like a sun, Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird, Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold,

... and Bee like a buzz.

24 March 2010

Quarter past forever

It's sometime between midnight and sunrise where I found myself lost somewhere between now and forever.

It has been nearly a year since I last call them.

Calling all angels... I need you near to the ground.

I miss you dearly
Can you hear me on your cloud?

20 March 2010


A middle age accountant sat in front of me in the clinic looking calm and collected.

You got HIV.

Oh okay.

Have you ever used intravenous drug illegally before .. y'know cucuk sendiri, sharing needles?


Ever received blood transfusion?


Sex with any other girl beside your steady partner.

Er... No

That "er.... no" sounds like a yes to me.

(short pause...) Yeah.

You got to tell your partner that you have this, and use barrier method like condom whenever you guys are having sex.

Er... okay.

(the second er... gave me an itchy butt)


Trust need to be earned, not given.

I re-learn it in a hard way recently.

18 March 2010

A second chance

This evening I had an argument with a certain professor who is supervising my thesis. Now that can't be good.

I don't know why I risked engaging myself in such a dangerous situation. It could be due to the hot weather that burns down my throat or perhaps a poor sod flapped its wing in Buenos Aires. I suspect it hasn't got anything to do with that expired Mee Sedap 'perasa bawang goreng' with lots of chillies I ate last night either.

No matter what the aetiology was that created my state of volatile emotion which beget this labile action, the consequences could be disastrous to my future employment in this hospital.

I hope I'm not turning back into the man I was many years ago.

I hope I could undone some of my actions in the last few weeks.

I hope the tenant who live on the top floor would stop moving his furniture at 2 in the morning.

I hope for so many things in life now....

... but the one I'm hoping for the most is a second chance from her.

16 March 2010

Destination home

Ended up slept away the entire Sunday afternoon. Woke up at 8pm with a left temporal headache and cursing my amygdala for being so weak.

I purposely drove to Bangsar so that I could do some thinking while I'm at it. The 2x2 table at Madam Kwan's appeared larger than usual when you were sitting alone without a company.

The new 'salted cappucino' flavour at the Coffee Bean tasted rather... salty. It had already gotten cold by the time I took the first sip. Wasn't that amazing after all. Nothing memorable.

It must had been somewhere between erythema multiforme and pyoderma gangrenosum when I looked up and realised that it was raining.

"Loneliness has never been this inviting" I said to Lolly.

"Well... welcome home, it had been a magical journey" she replied.

I turned towards her to return her smile. But she was no longer there.

13 March 2010

Short entry

There can never be too many acronyms in medicine. Acroyms are short, effective and sometime catchy. They are not meant to be jargon for public. But merely a creation to help doctors saves time by not saying the what could be a mouthful medical condition, such as S.A.R.S (severe acute respiratory syndrome). In other words, we're all bunch of malas people.

So in a typical 3am busy Sunday morning dealing with crisis in a resus room in A&E (...see my point) would be something like this...

Case 1:

"Hello Dr Mamat, this Makcik Julia was a LOL who came in DOA had history of BOOP with COPD complained of SOB since 1/52 ago, now our differentials apart from the obvious would be a PE, certainly wasn't in ARDS or an ACS".

Now wouldn't that save the poor doctor a 4.92 seconds (multiply by 20 patients say in a graveyard shift (graveyard shift eh.. how ironic!).

Anyhow, I suppose acronyms wouldn't make so much difference in saving time. Perhaps it is really design to confuse the public after all... especially lawyers if they happen to check our mortality records. Ehem.

Case 2:

"Oh btw Nurse Danielle, this SOB is an active IVDU has a VSD with a severe IE. Chart the antibiotic STAT"


LOL = little old lady

DOA = dead on arrival

BOOP = bronchiolitis obliterans organising pneumonia

COPD = chronic obstructive airway disease

SOB = shortness of breath / son of a banker

1/52 = 1 week ago

PE = pulmonary embolism

ARDS = acute respiratory distress syndrome

ACS = acute coronary syndrome

IVDU = intravenous (illegal) drug user

VSD = ventricular septal defect / very short dick

IE = Infective endocarditis

05 March 2010

The final flight

A bizarre thought came to me during my last oncall, while my hand was underneath a pendulous non-lactating left mammary gland of a 40 year old lady in the ER, palpating for what seems to be an elusive apex beat. Yes, I'm brilliant at multi-tasking.

It occurred to me that Hospital is like an airport.

The Departure Hall is so efficient that you will never have to worry about missing your flight. When your time is up, trust me you will be on that plane. On the other hand, the Arrival Hall is filled with tiny bald humans with an average body weight of 3kg.

I've been spending a lot of time in the departure hall lately.

This morning I accompanied 2 young men boarding their final flight. One of them was a 28 years old with colon cancer. His fiancee sat closely and whispered the word of love to his ear. I noticed their 'old picture' together on her hand phone screen showing him in his earlier days. He looked fit, tough and mean unlike the frail cachectic man before me whose breathing was rapid and laboured, mumbling words that remotely resemble any spoken language.

As the familiar feeling of morbidity filled the quiet room, I held his hand and delivered the morphine hoping to ease off the pain.

It was time to let go.