Haven

Many people talk about New Year resolutions.

What I reckon is more important than a bunch of resolution is to realise and appreciate that the sun is still where it should be. We take things for granted these day. May it be our health or our loved ones.

Last night a 68 year old man spent his new year's eve fighting for his life on the OT table, having stranger's hands inside him cutting into his tissues trying to repair his ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm (or AAA). While his wife sitting anxiously in the waiting room with tears on her face. Perhaps that was the longest 4 hours of her life. And for him time stood still.

It made me think about what really matters in the coming of this new year.

It's all about appreciating what belongs to us. What is ours right here, right now... this moment. And the fact that all of those are actually 'loaned' to us by God. And He can take them all away in one single moment if He wants to.

Having said all those... hearing goodfriend's laughter in the living room and seeing sweetie-pie sitting at the kitchen table enjoying her choco spread with a smile on her face. Now that would be my haven.

Life. Carpe diem.

New era

WELCOME 2009.

It was both a good start and a meaningful one coz she's there with me to celebrate the dawn of the new year together.

Eventhough it is a simple countdown but it's a truly meaningful one.

Looking forward for the rest of this year. Hope it will bring a new era to our life.

Thank you sweetie.

(... psst did I tell you that you look lovely tonight)

Conversation

In room No 6 was a 48 year old Chinese man connected to a breathing machine, he was bought in breathless with fluid filled his lungs and his blood pressure down in the basement.

There's not much surprise there since his heart only pumped at 31 percent of his normal ejection fraction.

Cardiomyopathy and acute pulmonary oedema are never meant to be together.

As he lied there looking as though he was asleep, his wife would came by and sat next to him talking to him and caressed his face.

She asked me whether he could still hear her. I dunno. I like to believe that he could. Even though he's sedated with 5mg/hour of midamorphine.

"Yes. Talk to him" I didn't look at her, afraid that she might knew I was probably lying.

As I leave the room, I could almost hear them talking to each other.

Haha

Got this from MMR website.

A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside.The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.

At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter.

When all eyes stared at him, he said, "I’m sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral………I’m a gynaecologist".

A proctologist fainted.

Trial

The department's mortality & morbidity review or fondly known as M&M is an intense weekly activity that no MO (medical officer) likes.

Supposedly its intent is to highlight cases that shouldn't have ended up in mortuary. Just face it, people die.. and we can't stop that from happening. But the M&M is never about that. It's not the WHAT - but merely the HOW is what gonna screw the MO's asses.

Really.. what supposed to be an educating session for the junior docs i.e the HO (house officer), turns to get carried away into a court drama session at times.


"Are you saying that you didn't check up on that patient for the second time that night?" the professor asks the MO 'in charge' of that case.


".. but.. but I was busy.. with another patient in different ward" the young man looks like a pale moonlight.


".. not an excuse.. wrong answer...I expect.. " the professor losing his patience.


"You want answer?" a tone of irritation building up in the young man's voice.


"I want the truth!" the 60 year old professor stands up.



"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH" the MO hit the table with his fist.


-- a cengkerik make a sound in the lecture hall, and HOMO (HO-turning MO) just peed in her pants.