Fertility pool?

I think the daughter got her genes (mostly) from the father.

BTN | bit too nasty?

Bro. Wong CH lined out exactly how BTN is deeply flawed.
Flawed beyond the big verbal battle between the Tun and Datuk Seri.
In his own words -

The BTN saga exposes the two attributes of the Barisan Nasional's authoritarianism — racism and the one-party state.

He also gave thumbs up for the PR states, especially Selangor for having the balls to actually bar BTN, coming up with an alternative programme. He lined out how the ideal programme should be like.

Their alternative programmes should have three features. Firstly, the participation should be made voluntary, except for civil servants and bonded scholarship holders. Secondly, the programmes must be framed in a democratic framework to introduce not only Pakatan Rakyat (PR)'s position, but also the BN's position and the positions of various civil society groups. Administrative neutrality should be the guiding principle in the training for bureaucrats. Thirdly, in line with the plural content, lecturers, panellists and trainers should come from all political persuasions.

Bro WongCH called in BTD - biro tata demokrasi.

Apart from being amused by the drama of the verbal wars between the two UMNO leaders (can i still call Dr. M a leader?), I do not think there is any need for any fine-tuning/ revamp/ upgrade/what-ever for BTN.

I don't really know about BTN that others had attended, but I believed the one that I went through, personally, it was more of a summer camp than a brain-washing/propaganda program.

I can still remember my BTN participants' leader first sentence in his parting speech, beside the usual greeting and prayer.

He said,"I thought it would be a brainwashing camp, but I think the camp turns out alright."

With a preset mind that this is a brainwashing camp, most of our minds already were closed up tightly for any indoctrination.

Secondly, the lecturers, panellists and trainers constantly reminded us about their neutral stand. However, from their 'neutrality', sometimes, it was obvious that they are pro-rakyat more than pro-nasional, giving us ample time to condemn the wrongs of present national administration while ridiculing some obviously nonsense part of the module. It was like being a member of BN, and running its campaign, and during the election day, the big 'X' on the ballot paper differs.

Lecturers and trainers are afterall human, and rakyat who wanted nothing more than to live in a peaceful well-balanced country free from bitterness of racism.

BTN is flawed, at times, in a good way.

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Grateful to: my dearest for the wonderful golden fried rice for my on call yesterday, and my great team of house officers which never seems to go to sleep even there's no work in the middle of the night.

P.S. Datuk Seri Nasli always seems to be exceptionally vocal when it comes to something that gotta do with 'racist'. Remember his first well-celebrated video on 'racist, racist, racist'? Could it be some kind of medical disorder?

spawn & respawn

I sat quietly today, as an audience to a much veteran crowd, discussing about how our population is dwindling and all those-2012-end-of-the world talk, and how rare to see pregnant ladies nowadays. Skeptical. The statistics stated otherwise - at least in SP.

And an auntie went on saying...

Last time hor... one family hor... so many children...
Now hor... only 3 also consider many liao...
Last time hor... one house got many people...
Now hor... one fella hor... got many house...

I kept my silence. After all, their amount of bridge-crossing does trump my experience of road-walking.

But then, suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
Yes, I always have all those funny amusing (sometimes fairly idiotic) thoughts, which come to me like an epileptic fit.

There was this house officer who was always missing in duty, and taking so-called indicated 'emergency leave', that even twisted my HOD's arm. An EL my HOD just couldn't refuse. His 'emergencies' mostly involved certain relative - mainly his grandfathers, who was believed to be dead more than 5 times. Twice in my department, once in another, and twice again in the next.

In a small hospy like mine, the MOs do sit down and go through certain vital stats like how extended some family of HO can be and all the mysterious (and probably cool) re-spawns of that certain family member.

grateful to: Dr. M for letting me actually toast the ectopic in a fully-hands-on supervised lap salpingectomy.

P.S. since i started twinning in facebook. no one seems to come to blog anymore =( huhu.

tips for the driving mother

The lucky survivor(s) commented:

I was in a rollover car accident when I was nearly eight months pregnant with my second son. The car skidded on some ice, rolled down a hill and flipped over, landing on its roof.

The car was totaled - axles snapped, roof caved in, broken glass everywhere.

I had my seat belt on, worn properly and was uninjured. The baby was born two months later without incident. He’s a sophomore in college now - an intelligent, friendly kid who is also a talented musician.

I knew we were lucky, but now I realize just how lucky we were.

But one wonder what is the real thing that a pregnant lady should do to prevent oneself from car accidents which was rather rampant in our country, especially during the festive season.

Personally, the worst case that I had experienced with, was when I was the green house officer back in the old hospy. The mother was the one on the driving wheel, and the next moment, she was admitted with some abdominal pain, but definitely still lucid. Our best bet was then, on severe preterm labour, but then again, the ultrasound lined out one hell of a horror tale. The whole baby and some parts of the placenta was already outside of the uterus, with the fetal heart still beating.Without further delay, we knifed the abdomen, and fortunately, the mother went into the stats as another 'near miss'.

Although not a professional site, but I guess the advices given was quite valid and sound-minded.

A summary of what the pregnant lady should do:

1. drive responsibly. (no drink and/before drive, no handphones, no sms, no speeding, no orthodox life-threatening stunts)

the wrong way.

2. wear the seatbelt PROPERLY. (3 point belt is the best, one across the shoulder, the other on the lap, NOT across the abdomen)

CORRECT: baby-friendly.

WRONG: Feticidal.

3. best coupled with the airbag

4. as far possible from the steering wheel (Some vehicles have a button to adjust the height of the brake and gas pedal so shorter people don’t have to sit so close to the steering wheel. And there are after-market pedal extenders.)

derailed thoughts

There is this bold house officer who asked me multiple requests yesterday, and ‘why other department can, but this department can’t’. I was stumped, obviously, awed by her boldness, but then again, I believed soon, her bold move was actually frank moronic stupidity masquerading as courage, which I think no high level of medical education will tell you that beforehand, until one really said it upfront and found shit up to thigh level or deep shit. To be in a department of the hospital of which house officers enjoyed pm off after on call plus weekend off without any deficits on their call claim, yet bold enough to ask for more, I think this is a classical case of ‘bagi betis, minta paha’. On second thought, it was more of ‘bagi paha, minta punggung’.

By now, I think many house officers around the country, will probably reading this and scheming up to assassinate me, or hypothesizing how my frustration going to stress-KO me out cold.

"It's slightly warm, but no anger is going to get over my head"

Fine. This wasn’t meant to be an entry about house officers initially, anyway. I just feel like bitching about monstrosity of house officers who treat patients inhumanely yet asked to be treated as a human. I think we should all take a moment of silence to grief on that. By ‘we’, I meant everyone, not just the medical people, because at the end of the day, you’re going to be lying there, dead because of some mismanagement of certain defective house officers, thanks to Ministry of Education (or is it Higher Education) for recognizing their obviously defective medical school, and Ministry of Health who pant obediently like a lapdog happily accepting them to screw up everybody’s life.

Now, I had forgotten what I initially wanted to blog about.

And no, I wasn’t d.a.m.n. p.i.s.s.e.d. about this.