SMSes

At least one friend of mine shares with me the same sentiment (or frustration) whenever an SMS was sent and the reply came after few centuries later or never being replied at all. I guess there's some level of rudeness with this kind of strayed behavior, but perhaps acceptable within the context of our local community. That friend of mine, not only replied promptly, also ardent on NOT being the last person to receive the SMS, a ritual that my friend had stopped following since so many things caught up with life.

Seriously, I'm not sure where messaging stands.
Is it part of the conversation?
Or is it just like an email, that can be replied later?
Or is it the in-betweens?

Found the following flow chart kind of cool and entertaining... but

Credit: Susanna

... I doubt there are so many secret awesome parties that I wasn't invited to.

But, who knows, right?

golden rules

there are several golden (simple, made for idiot like me to remember) rules in gynaecology.

abnormal per vaginal bleeding in

1. pre-menarche girls is sexual abuse or foreign body until proven otherwise
2. fertile ladies (in reproductive age) is complications of pregnancy (miscarriage, or ectopic pregnancy) until proven otherwise
3. warga emas (more than 40years old) is cancer until proven otherwise

I think this is the bare minimum that any medical graduates should understand.


solution: vaginoscopy, to check for foreign body and removal without compromising the hymenal integrity.
prevention: ...

一起洗澡

"Aedan, 你想洗澡热水或冷水？"

"我想要温水"

"你是BOY，你不想要冷水吗？"

"BOY是温水洗澡lar..."

"什么是温水？"

"不冷，不热，是温水。这也不知道."

(=,=")

when u stop looking, it will come

i had a nice surprise today.

never once weekend morning ward round at gynae ward by house officers was completed before my initiation of ward round, which is roughly the same time whenever our weekday passover finishes.

most of my colleagues ranted about this.

I formally complaint about it. not once, but twice. The second time, the missing house officer who was supposed to be joining the ward round, came after 9.15am (after being summoned). Her excuse was she was post call, just clerked and informed to MO regarding 3 patients causing her delay to join the others. Sadly, there was more untruths in her words (clearly written in her explanation letter) than the political promises running in any elections. I checked the patient's register - only 1 patient admitted, 1 hour prior to 7am, the informal passover time. Secondly, the MO on call never heard from her, unless there was telepathic messaging sent out by that house officer which did not get through (yes, I do believe supernatural power do exist).

Nothing much happened in months to come, beside a soft-spoken reminder over the general meeting.

Nothing much happened till today. Round was completed even with 50% more patients as compared to previous times.



Must be something new in the equation. Yet to figure out what, except that those who were with me today was doing a great job. bravo.

dream a little dream

i would like to write about something that happened last friday.

it was a nice friday evening that almost all the doctors of the department - the head, the consultants, the medical officers and most of the Sisters sat down around the round table in the conference room. And the unexpected thing just happened - we were all handed a piece of paper. That, my friend, wasn't any ordinary paper. It is our destiny. Wait, pull back a sec. It isn't our destiny, just yet. It was supposed to be a dream.

A dream of a new maternal child hospital. We discussed high and low about the required infrastructures and not to mentioned the demand for comfort, probably to compensate the current well-preserved pre-war working environment. I had totally no idea where the discussion on the paper will lead to - the ministry? the state government? or simply a possible pre-election 'proposal'?

For a millisecond, I thought 'hey, here I am, having a say in something that is probably the next best thing in O&G in Penang.'

We were all walking on clouds.

And then, the next milliseconds and beyond I am pretty sure a dream, at any level, will remain as a dream.