Life Is Something Like That

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.

Besut, Terengganu - Nine students got lost on a trekking trip, but survived the ordeal and came out unscathed (not really). More details after the break.

4 weeks and it's the end of psychiatric posting. It was a totally different kind of posting, I think. Clerking history was difficult, because a lot of the time, they either don't know what was wrong with them or they have forgotten or they simply didn't want to tell us. Yeah well, they can't be blamed either. In the eyes of our society, it is an embarrassing thing.

The posting was uneventful, well at least to me. No physical assault or anything like that from the patients. At most, there was a guy running to and fro, gazing up, as if chasing a butterfly. Then, of course, if you pass outside the wards, the patients would be calling you and trying to talk to you. That's normal. Unlike my friend, a muscular guy, he got hugged by a female patient while he was in the ward. Yeah, he was 'terrified'. Haha.