Of life.

Assalamualaikum :)

The biggest problem with me? I procrastinate. There are so many things I want to share but then I keep - okay where do I start?

Another thing, I have the shortest attention span, I even put the goldfish to the wall of shame. One day I was going to comb my hair (comb was in the wardrobe) then I saw what a mess my clothes were, I began unloading them and re-folded them, and ended up not combing the hair, ahaha.

So you put them together, you arrive at this : (procrastinating like there's no tomorrow + unbeliavably short attention span = an abandoned blog)
That equation is going to be the end of me some day -big, dramatic sigh-

But today, it was different, this story, is not fabricated, not a product of my twisted imagination either and I feel the need to share with you.


Situation:
At the not so busy Orthopaedic clinic, holding the last file for today. Mr X, Malay, 18 years old, thick file, two volumes, serial of xrays. *what could be the problem*

Okay after doctor has attended to him I went to interview him. Before that, as a head-up, our group is doing a research on amputees and so far I've encountered many of them but this one, he was the youngest of all. Most of our patients are elderly, majority was secondary to diabetic.

Shall we see this chronologically? yes, we shall. He was born prematurely, at 7 months prior to his mother involving in an alleged MVA. Okay sweethearts, release your breath now, his mom was doing okay then, and now. But her little baby was diagnosed with Amniotic Band Syndrome and he had to undergo below knee amputation of his right leg. The surgery was performed when he was at day four of life. Day four of life, sweethearts.

I have this soft spot, where I think babies or infants to be precise they are all born pure, innocent and white and for them to get harmed in any way, it breaks my heart.

He started using prosthesis when he was 9 months, can you imagine poor baby struggling with that foreign material? how he must have felt, and as he grew up does he feel different, or out of place?

Otherwise he is a real pro right now, as he has been using the prosthesis for good 17 years. A black belt in taek wando, and a sepak takraw trainer, he really is something. Still, it pains me, someone so young and healthy living the life but who am I to complain when he himself is optimistic about his future?

That brings to another point. A friend once asked me, how did I feel about failing a paper? I shrugged, and answer nonchalantly, 'this is nothing, really, comparing to others out there who suffer much greater deal'

Honestly, what is failing a paper to famine? to losing a limb? to losing one's sight? to not having a family who supports you, backs you up whenever you screw up?

Hmm.


Points to ponder:
1)Let's get back to the Amazing Boy(this question was asked by Prof A) : Why does he need frequent follow up?
Because he is a paediatric amputee, his bone is still growing and we need to monitor if there's any bony spurs, cos it's painful you know having bone out of its place. Investigation ordered : Xray of the limb.

2)More about amniotic band syndrome.

3)More about prosthesis for sport.


X

At 70

How do you imagine yourself in let's say 10 years time? Allah wills that you are still here kicking and living - what is on your mind?

Okay kids, that is your homework before you went to bed tonight. Moving on - yesterday, I went for home visit. That's where you visit patients at their homes. Ha ha ha funny aren't I. Anyway, first house. Getting inside, there was a bed at the living room with an old man. Enter a young adult, girl - shake her hand. Then two older women, and another old woman(oldest). Shake shake. Thought they were all not related, just patients with illnesses living together. No. Found out their identities - grandmother, grandfather, daughter, daughter, granddaughter. All with the same diagnosis - schizophrenia. Eh no, the grandfather did not have it. My god, the whole family - was my precise thought. The nurses refilled their meds and the doctor went to his hello - how are you feeling today - everything okay? mode.

Cutting a story short, the errands were all done by the grandmother. Not that she runs everything, but most of the thinking like getting OKU cards, applying from kebajikan, all her doings. At some point grandma's mood was suddenly altered, that she began to cry as she let out her problems. So sad. Can you imagine, at 70, she had to deal with that kind of things? I'm so grateful my grandma is still okay.......mentally. Ah, what is sane anyway.

Now this is really important. Parents do play a great deal in child's personality. You see, in case like Schizophrenia for example, there is no gene identifiable that is responsible for the illness but there is the gene that makes you susceptible in getting the illness. Just. And there is the imitation theory. Ever heard imitation is the best  form of flattery? Yep. Only in this case there is nothing flattering. Imagine, the girl who is staying with three adults with peculiar behaviours. Now now, if you read schizophrenia they don't exhibit the symptoms all time....aish....understand or not.....

Another house. Patient was the daughter, she had difficulty getting up from the bed and she lives with her mom who has dementia and dad with parkinson. Dad does all the chores. And the mom, she said she no longer wanted to be in this world. I don't know how to react but said, Makcik, kesian nanti pakcik tinggal sorang dengan anak. Ah I wished I was a better speaker!


My point being - if you are reading this, consider yourself lucky. Very lucky. And be grateful for it! For only God knows, they suffer a lot.

X

2/366.

Well hello 2012!

I want to be as healthy as possible so that one day I'd be able to perform this awesome stunt;

The rest of the resolutions are yet to be written in the Book. Some interesting terms I came across reading Psychiatry:

Amorous delusion : When a woman feel she is loved by a man whom has never spoken to her and the fact that he is inaccessible like a public figure sth. ( I knew he *insert your crush celebrity here* loves me he just doesnt realize it, yet )

I WAS LIKE, OH MY GAWD. Is he writing me?

etc

Till then oh and yes, thank you. To those who has so far, been so amazing for putting up with me, the same ol' emotionally complex me. <3.

Mr J, on his last class with us has casually mentioned that we are the future doctors. Take roughly two years and pop - we'll bear the title Dr before our names, and something about having a license to kill - the 007 deal. Let's just forget that for a moment.

How about me applying for (if it is even feasible) a license to slap people, so hard that it scars their brains and to never ever, talk down to people, again. As they say - kuang ajo. I don't get:

1) How can a person be so ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Actually, make that three.
2) Why
3) Why
4) Why

/frustration

Hehe, on a lighter note, today marked my last day being in Ear, Nose and Throat posting. Way, waaaay fun. Next stop : Ophtalmology.

The man who would be king.

The king of my heart. ( aw, haha, let me be)

Currently he is in Australia participating in a telly show called I'm a Celebrity; Get me out of here! but that's practically it, I had no idea what the show is all about. How to survive in the jungle without your band mates, maybe? You'd think I'm a professional stalker I'd know everything of his matters but no - it doesnt work that way.

AND I kept imagining that he would be sleeping in the trees...eating rotten apples.... *sighs

Dougie Lee Poynter for the king of Jungle. yep.
May the best man win!
Basha!

ONE MORE.

Adorable Simba of Longleat Safari, England.