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:: A Sugul Day June 19, 2009

Posted by Minci 先生 in Housemanship Training.

Hari penuh kesugulan.

My day started with the death of a dear patient. He survived the road traffic accident, the multiple fractures … even the operation but life was slowly seeping away and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Like unbelivably gone. At that time I could only think about one thing, “Life is short”. One moment his hand was held affectionately by his wife and in a split of second, we could hear the loud panic cries of the wife. Immediately we left what we were doing, attended the patient and initiated resuscitation.

I held the ambu oxygen bag, a fellow colleague did chest compressions, another called the anaesthetists, the other pushed the resuscitation trolley and so on..

With each squeeze of the bag, I was hoping that it would bring on a miracle. That his pulse would return and everyone would stay happy. But after nearly 45 minutes and boluses of atropine and adrenaline, my specialist decided to call it an end. The patient was pronounced dead at 955 am.

Im supposed to show a poker face. But there was something about this patient that just tugs that string in your heart. After all, I was there when we operated on him. Although my role in the operation theatre was to just hold his leg, to flex, life or extend as necessary … there was a connection. I just had to wash my face in the bathroom afterwards.

In fact, I could still remember his kindly expressions (also his wife) whenever I come to review him during rounds. He was an ordinary man leading a nice happy life but fate decided that his life will end at 50 by initiating the death experience with a road traffic accident with a lorry.

Seriously people, drive carefully.

The emotional rollercoaster did not end there. Theres nothing new in a minority of nursing staff that just doesnt want to cooperate with doctors. I lost my temper with one of them today and resorted to slam the file on the table to release the anger. But of course me being me, it was not in front of the subject. A friend who saw me doing that said, “Hey.. what happened to you… This is not the Minci I know.. the Minci I know has the patience of a Buddha” and gave me a rub on the back.

As for the finale, Mizi (my car) decided to act up and much to my dismay, my front tyre was punctured. I managed to change it using my spare tyre but that was also punctured. I was at wits end of what to do so I just left my car at the hospital for tonight. This will be my leftover problem for tomorrow that must be sorted out since I’ll be sent to do my attachment out at the little districts on Sunday. Haiyorr.. and Im oncall tomorrow!!!!

Ya Allah.. ampunkanlah dosa hambamu ini. Tabahkanlah hatiku, kuatkanlah semangatku…

      “If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.”

“If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.”



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