oncall

im oncall. oncall NOR=national obstetrics registry, where i have to go online and key in all the pt and delivery details.

there was this very tearful pt today whom i first encountered in the medical ward during the cholera outbreak. shes a sweet girl, the 2nd wife to her guru pondok. any way, i met her once in the antenatal ward, where she was admitted for reduced fetal movement. she was discharged, and came in today in labour. well the reason she was teary was because nobody was there in the labour room with her. her so called husband was too busy teaching to even come for his child birth. and shes not on speaking terms with her mother. dr, pls promise not to leave me. im sorry i cant, i have to check these babies. you poor thing. the baby boy was born healthy, but a bit tachypnoeic. so we admitted him to 6cd. all through out this, ive never even met the babys dad.

this is my second oncall in ong. the first one was admissions last week. o&g sets u up to be wary and afraid of making decisions lest u make a mistake and have to be audited. its difficult, to be working like this, but thats the way it is i guess. dear Allah please help me make the right decisions pertaining to my patient care.

i plan to brush up my antenatal usg skills. a senior in KK made sure i didnt miss out on this, coz he did.

and i hope to dear God that the OT on tuesday runs accordingly. am i even allowed to write all this here? it might even be sensitive. oh well. it doesnt matter anymore. nothing really does anymore. how morbid of me.

its too difficult to feel too much. its makes u stuck and unable to move on.

even i cant move to sabah in my 2nd yr hoship, planning a trip there sounds good! hm how will i ever convince the department to let me have my holidays? thats the most crucial element of the whole planning of the trip. i went around this time last year, just looking at the pictures makes me feel good. we stayed right in the middle of KK and walked everywhere. k rena kindly let us use her car while she went to work and we visited museums and other touristy sites.

i called up my good friends in uia, my study groupmates, my roomates, my old time kopitiam mate =). thats where i always hang out after class. we always ate the same thing. hor fun, french toast, nasi lemak, spirulina orange and white coffee. we always sat at the same spot and talked about everything.

i wonder if ill remember these times in ktrg like that. ill probably remember the waterfront best, i liked the view. nobody ever really talks. its just different. all on a much much superficial level. u know its not gonna last.

there i go blabbering again.