13th June 11, 0618H at Buntal Village
The sun wasn't visualizable till 0700H, far above the horizon.Contributed by its cloudiness perhaps.
Mere disappointment.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Disappointed Buntal sunrise
The sun wasn't visualizable till 0700H, far above the horizon.Contributed by its cloudiness perhaps.
Mere disappointment.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thank you
I walked briskly out from Nephrology clinic to settle a referral letter.
"Doctor, do you remember me?" Someone held me back.
He was a middle age spectacled gentleman in songkok and white collar long shirt. Well kempt, spoke fluent English. I couldn't recall who he was.
"I am A. I feel much better now. I can eat well. Thanks a lot, doctor..." He continued.
Oh, I remembered. The acute on chronic renal failing patient who presented uraemic symptoms. He wasn't friendly initially (Who will during uraemia with lousy feeling?) and refused to answer questions. I admitted him, reviewed daily, poked him umpteen times for blood taking, stab peritoneal dialysis and stitching.
"Good to hear. You look much better now that I couldn't even recognize you ." I said.
His serum creatinine has gone down from more than 700 to 238umol/L. Biding him goodbye, he waved and uttered a few more "thank you" before I walked away with a big smile, feeling contented.
At times I would compare housemanship as slavery. It is the gratitudes that still making it a worth pursue.
"Thank you", a simple yet powerful word that cheers up days, making one feels special and appreciated.
Somethings I treasure...
Thank you patients! You've showed in all forms that my works and efforts did not go unappreciated at least.
"Doctor, do you remember me?" Someone held me back.
He was a middle age spectacled gentleman in songkok and white collar long shirt. Well kempt, spoke fluent English. I couldn't recall who he was.
"I am A. I feel much better now. I can eat well. Thanks a lot, doctor..." He continued.
Oh, I remembered. The acute on chronic renal failing patient who presented uraemic symptoms. He wasn't friendly initially (Who will during uraemia with lousy feeling?) and refused to answer questions. I admitted him, reviewed daily, poked him umpteen times for blood taking, stab peritoneal dialysis and stitching.
"Good to hear. You look much better now that I couldn't even recognize you ." I said.
His serum creatinine has gone down from more than 700 to 238umol/L. Biding him goodbye, he waved and uttered a few more "thank you" before I walked away with a big smile, feeling contented.
At times I would compare housemanship as slavery. It is the gratitudes that still making it a worth pursue.
"Thank you", a simple yet powerful word that cheers up days, making one feels special and appreciated.
Somethings I treasure...
Fresh bouquet from a long-stayed-survivor.
A thank you card and cookies from the family of a deceased patient in Gynae ward, even after failed resuscitation.
Lastly, an appreciation from someone I would remember, the family of a late strong Paeds oncology fighter.
Thank you patients! You've showed in all forms that my works and efforts did not go unappreciated at least.
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