Life Is Something Like That

We planned for a climb/hike up the Broga Hill in Semenyih. After a night's stay at our friend's house, we started the climb at about six in the morning. Guided by lights from our torch and phones, we ascended the hill surrounded by darkness.

There was once when I was walking back towards my campus, I was approached by a guy. A skinny, average height, albeit taller than me, guy. He was wearing a worn-out shirt and a jeans, and looked like a smoker (no idea how I came out with that thought). I was just walking back in from outside, in front of the hospital building, slightly past the entrance. He came over to me and asked if I had change for one ringgit. He wanted to make a phone call, it seemed. I exchanged a few coins for his note. He then went ahead, and I continued my walk along the side of the building.

2 weeks and the posting was over. 1 week in neurosurgery and another week in neuromedical, and that was it. It was rather brief. After all, it was just intended to be sort of like an exposure for us. The field was quite complicated, I think. Nevertheless, it was interesting. Glad there was actually two weeks, rather than none, of the posting. If there were none, it would have been a miss. The cases that we saw was quite serious, at least in the eyes of the public. The patients could present with paralysis after a motor vehicle accident, had altered consciousness, even coma, or lose cognitive functions such as comprehending and talking. It's a good thing there are specialist units to handle these cases and help to improve the quality of life of the patient, whatever that's left.