:: BïtS 'N' PiëCÉS ::

venerdì, settembre 30, 2005

:: the facts are the facts ::

1pm: i'll meet you at the back of the delivery suite at 5pm.

... ... ... ...

5pm: 4 students awaiting....

and awaiting...

and awaiting...

525pm: E goes to call him
the singtel mobile customer is not available.

540pm: Me goes to call him.
the singtel mobile customer is not available.
then i paged for him.
no reply.
then i called his office.
no one picked up the phone...

545pm: wait somemore...
E goes to delivery suite main counter to chk if we'd gotten the correct pager no.
he pages from the main counter's phone...
barely a minute later...

hello...
hello... dr xyz? i'm e..... we're waiting in the delivery suite....
oh, i forgot!

and so... he came at 559, and he had the nerve to say: oh i'm 59min late!

one hour tutorial on obstetric history taking (which we did last week) and gynaecological history-taking (basically, it's any format we want as long as the information is there)

7pm: tutorial ends. he rushes off.

the facts are all here... you all can judge for yourself, how i spent my evening in the hospital.

Dopey @ 11:00 PM | 1 comments

mercoledì, settembre 28, 2005

:: awww... ::

aww... so heart-warming! the gal my mum used to take care of came to visit... she was 3yo when she went to childcare... and now she's 6! how these kids grow! and she came running to me and hugged me! waaa... so gan3 dong4! next yr P1 already! welcome to the world of stress, teacher-phobia and exams! woohoo!

haiz... but who'd have though that such a lovely, intelligent gal could have NF I...

Dopey @ 7:54 PM | 0 comments

:: blogging woes ::

in this country where notices have to be put to tell pple they would be fined $500 for littering, or for eating on public transport... or where gum used to be banned and laws against high-rise litter have been made, i'm in no way surprised that bloggers are being subjected to internet surveillance and that legal action is being taken against some.

frankly speaking, i think a lot of all these laws are tosh. singapore on the whole seems to be made up of adults who've never grown up. (hah, and they expect us to reproduce, when our maturity equals that of a kid) what i can't get is, why do singaporeans have to be threatened, cajoled and even beaten (caning) in order to get them to do the right things? aren't we human? aren't we supposed to have a BRAIN?

perhaps we don't, afterall, the the gov's been holding our hands step by step through life - CPF, medisave, medishield, eldershield... all kinds of policies designed to take care of us, to the extent of moulding our opinions.

i'm not saying that what the government is doing is bad, in fact, without it, we might not have progressed that rapidly, ya? what i feel is that singapore has reached a certain maturity in terms of economic stability and governance... note how they're promoting culture these days? we definitely need to develop more in terms of culture, societal aspects, harmony and all that. but all these CANNOT be enforced by laws or achieved by threats, it's only through giving the people more freedom that we achieve this.

recently, there's so much talk about being responsible in what we're blogging about. this i fully agree with. but what i cannot fathom is why people in positions of power have to come down so hard upon feckless, feather-brained, filled-with-angst adolescents, who just treat the whole world as their enemy. heh. it's really a comical situation. it's overkill. i don't see how suspending students is a fair punishment for writing certain defamatory comments about the school or the teacher. afterall, they're in school to receive an education, and they should be appropriately educated about the responsibilities of blogging instead of being shut off at home, sulking and rebellious, and eventually returning to school nursing grudges. mission to educate accomplished? i doubt so. in fact, it sounds more like petty revenge on the part of the school/teacher.

i'm pretty sure NUS or perhaps the fac would soon be monitoring our blogs (if they haven't already been doing so), it makes me wonder whether i should start an anonymous kind of blog, like what many others have done. i'm sure if there're no proper guidelines and proper 'punishment' for pple who make defamatory comments online, they'll soon be nothing on the net, but faceless people making defamatory comments. mission to educate sgreans to blog with responsbility accomplished? i doubt so.

Dopey @ 4:51 PM | 1 comments

martedì, settembre 27, 2005

:: 'theoretisising' love ::

as if loveclinic - the book by 3 medical students who probably spend more time shopping for medicaltextbooks than dating, wasn't enough, here we have Dr Og's version of loveclinic - in the hospital aka cross breeding.

heh heh heh...

Dopey @ 2:37 PM | 3 comments

domenica, settembre 25, 2005

:: i wanna be a guy ::

CORRECTION: sometimes i wanna be a guy... cuz then... i can...

1. swear all i want and no one will say that i have a dirty mouth
2. punch my other guy friends and ppl won't say i'm rough (they'll then admire my biceps :D)
3. go zui the gal i like... being a gal, i cannot go zui the guy i like too obviously or pple will say i'm BHB or worse, a desperate man-eater
4. join NS and fight for the country (yeaaa rite!)
5. understand why some guys don't bathe in the mornings... euw
6. shop amongst several pairs of shoes / racks of underwear / shirts / trousers... for hours but end up having something similar to all the rest of my clothes (where is the diversity in guys' clothes...)
7. perhaps i'll come up with a new line for guys' underwear. currently, i think those available in the market are soooo well... um... practical
8. must come up with something equivalent to heels for women ie. it must be sexy, dangerous yet unhealthy to some body part... hmmm... ah... i think i know what liao, but as a girl i cannot write it here! acks
9. PR all the cheekopeks who come into the clinic hoping to see a female doc in there (cheap thrill for them)
10. inspect all the gigantic hernias on young NS men who are apparently shy (ya like real) to let a female medical student see their pathetic and often very ugly groin area... (sigh, to all those idiots who ask me if i ever feel embarrassed looking at the male penis.... u ask yrself: if u see a loaf of bread every other day, would you feel like you still want to eat bread?)
11. wake up, run my fingers through my hair and set out for school rightaway!
12. mess up my room and not have my mum nag: you're a gal leh, how can you be so messy? next time how are you going to keep house?
13. mess up my room, and have my gf pack it up for me instead (nice... )
14. be the one proposing! (i think it's cooler to propose than be proposed to... cuz u get to pick the ring and everything... and plan special surprises of sorts... but er... if u ask me, as a gal to propose to a guy... well that guy gotta be damn special for me to do that!)
15. be a male chauvinist pig (i always wonder how it is like to be one of them MCPs)
16. blame it on the angmohs and SPGs if i don't get a gf. hia hia hia...
17. get into fights with people!
18. stop having pple asking me why i don't feel faint when i see blood... why i like to read such horrible books (on serial killers, horror, macabre and forensics...) and why i enjoy assisting in operations, the more gory the better...
19. learn how to gossip so much and yet appear like i don't gossip at all
20. solve problems with fellow frds much easier... the thing abt most guys is that they don't seem to carry grudges tt often. just a flare and an apology and it's all history! i like that!


oh, but i'll miss the make up.

Dopey @ 12:22 AM | 0 comments

sabato, settembre 24, 2005

:: a common fate ::

docile, smiling and looking extremely benign, was a frail old lady smiling and nodding away from her bed, seemingly beckoning me towards her. this is quite the common site in any ward (though they might not all be smiling... and lots of them are just sleeping)...

anyway, i'm sure you've all thought about or imagined being old, alone, feeling 'useless' and suffering a loss of dignity... as well as facing death from cancer, in your old age. but nothing beats actually hearing from someone tell you about it... from a first person's perspective.

~ ~ ~
(translated from mandarin)
one cannot be too stubborn, i'm already 80+ years old, i want to leave this world as soon as Buddha allows me to. i know i shouldn't be thinking about dying, and i cannot commit suicide by not eating, so even if i dun feel like eating at all, i will also force myself to eat, one spoon, two spoonfuls... whatever i can. but i'm very tired already, and i feel very useless. i can't do anything for the people around me...

i'm single, took care of all my siblings children.... 4 from... another 2 from... 3 there and 8... then i took in a girl that another family in my kampung didn't want. so now i live with them. my daughter is already 60+ and she whole day goes out with the maid and leaves me at home. no key, i can't even go out or open the door for anyone.

haiz, i wish i can die quickly, i'm so tired and this world does not welcome me any more...

girl ah, when you have time come an visit me more often before i leave this hospital? actually i don't want to go home... i get into their way, and disturb the family...

when one is old, one is really useless and at everyone else's mercy. at home, the maid won't even pour me a cup of water, i have to walk slowly to get it... and i know i have to walk carefully because if i fall i will break my bones and cause more problems for them. but... i don't want to use tongkat! no tongkat!

that day, they asked me to drink 3 big cups of water for the scan, and then i had to wait so long, i felt like bursting... then i told them i needed to go to the toilet, the nurse said ok but left me in the room alone for so long, i couldn't hold back already, so i wet the bed. then they scolded me. haiz... how? you see i can't even take care of myself.

~ ~ ~

it's one thing to know that such things happen and that they are so common, but it's another thing to hear it from the first person's perspective, and worse, to know that it's so true, and such a common unescapable fate. even as i tried to persuade the old woman or to comfort her, both she and i know that all i'm saying are just empty, meaningless words of comfort... there's really nothing anyone can do to help.

Dopey @ 12:12 PM | 1 comments

mercoledì, settembre 21, 2005

:: sleep duty ::

and so it goes:

~ ~ ~

us: hi, dr xyz, actually we're the yr 4 students on night duty today, we were thinking we should report to you.
MO: oh (surprised), oh. (resigned... why u have to do night duty today? i want to watch my 'axis of truth' and 'chien lung dynasty' dramas...) i see....
both: (awkward pause)
MO: er, actually i'm trying to conserve my voice... (ha! she knew we were abt to bug for tutorials!) i can teach after oct 3... but right now... you guys finished your deliveries right? maybe you can study now more, since kk is more of practical work... and go to clinics and if you have any queries can ask us. i'm actually praying for a quiet night, so i hope you guys aren't praying otherwise!
us: ... (but she is actually very nice la...)

~ ~ ~

when the 830pm ward round did not happen... (anyway, no sense conducting a ward round in a ghost town rite? only one deluxe rm occupied and the husband in that rm can take gd care of the wife anyway... heh)
ew: hi dr... (i'd like to call him the snicker-er) we're the yr 4 ... ... ... we should report to you.
him: oh, actually you all can do anything you want, i don't really care what you do.

~ ~ ~

at this point of time, with nothing better to do, we decided to roam the hospital. actually it was starting to thunder and rain, and i really wanted to check out hidden places in the hospital or um... that supposedly haunted path to KRW? but EW prob thinks i'm odd, evil and wuliao. haha... took ourselves to the peaceful wards where we met a HO who was aghast at the fact that we intended to spend our night sleeping. hehe...

note to all: 7eleven is 24/7, not from 7am to 11pm. (unlike cheers @ AH: it's very important to stock up food at AH while on nite duty. there's NOOO food to be found anywhere...)

note to all: the dry rations in the delivery suite are kept under lock and key. do not think of raiding the fridge, they've only got weird stuff like bottles of sauce and peanut butter in there... if you're nice, at about 11+, 12 midnight, the midwives might offer you their own microwaved yam or sweet potatoes.

~ ~ ~

IMPORTANT:
midwife said that the spot-checker will enter via the back door, ie. next to the beds you guys will be sleeping. if there's nothing happening in the ward, then u'll safe while you sleep... or else... hehehe... evidently they dun like him intruding into their ghost town too.

~ ~ ~

ard 1150pm, mrs doc delivered!
ard 2+am, we were aroused by a woman screaming blue murder. her tortured screams did nothing to help her evict the source of her pain... after 2 agonising hours, she finally stopped screaming. (i suppose the babe came out)

note to future mothers: pls keep yr mouth SHUT and PUSH... or ur baby won't budge an inch!

~ ~ ~

there was a lot of padding around the place we were sleeping. maybe it was EW trying to strap a CTG on me or something. pad pad pad... almost half the night, but well, i think if i want to sleep nobody and nothing can stop me lor.
from 4+ am to 6am, someone or something knocked pretty hard into my bed... causing it to really tremble... and vibrate, waking me up from a nice dream where i was in a mall (i'm so pathetically deprived of shopping i now dream about it), that was collapsing due to an earthquake! so exciting! oh EW, i forgot to tell u, u were in my dream too! but u poofed real quick when the quake came... abandoned me manz... :P

~ ~ ~

at about 645am, two very awake, very refreshed, very CLEAN (we're proud to say we bathed TWICE each) students turned up for breakfast and QnA looking like very diligent students who'd spent the whole night delivering/clerking/monitoring patients... when actually all we did was sleep duty...

Dopey @ 8:02 PM | 0 comments

martedì, settembre 20, 2005

:: self reflection required ::

over the weekends, i watched hong2yi1shou3ji4, a drama about the lives of nursing students in this hospital in hk. one of the scenes hit me really hard...

a young woman had just been warded for acute renal failure, from an autoimmune cause and has to undergo renal dialysis thrice daily...

enter consultant with many pple in white coats (i swear, they look exactly like US! only they have long sleeves)...

consultant: hello ms, these are my students, i hope you don't mind that we discuss your condition?

patient: ok...

consultant: students, this is a young woman who presents with acute renal failure... produced autoantibodies.... rare case... in the younger people...

student1: hi, ms, can u tell us a bit more about your symptoms? how did you first feel?

patient: er... felt like vomitting a lot, tired, bruising, go to the toilet often...
(looking very bewildered)

student2: can you tell us whether there's any change to the colour of yr urine?

patient: (looking embarrassed and harrassed) er... brownish?

student3: you said you went to the toilet a lot, but each time there's only a little urine passed right?

patient: (showing obvious signs of discomfort and tears in her eyes...) yes... only a bit.

~~~

at this point, i was reminded by all our bedside tutorials... and scenarios where we 'clerked' patients in bigger groups. and i feel that...
1. doctors and students alike (also nurses) should never discuss the patient's condition in front of them, regardless of how severe/inconsequential the discussion might be... and whether what we say is correct/merely hypothetical.

2. we should not clerk is groups bigger than 2. especially since patients have to answer some more personal questions. and also, to avoid making the patient feel like he/she is before a firing squad.

3. i feel that no matter how rare/interesting/'good' patient's case is ie. usually this signifies very bad news to patients... we shouldn't clerk these patients unless they are very willing to talk.

this scenario reminded me a lot of certain people in the faculty, who are only concerned about getting a good history from the patient and don't put into consideration the feelings of a patient. to them, a patient is just a source of info to benefit themselves, they seem to have ceased thinking of the patient as a person, who has feelings and needs time to grapple with the new-found ill news.

i believe that at some point or another, all of us have been excited to clerk a fantastic case (for presentation) and unknowingly expressed our joy while clerking the patient. i guess we all need more control, in order not to look as though we're gleeful over a person's illness...

Dopey @ 2:46 PM | 1 comments

sabato, settembre 17, 2005

:: euw ::

now... this is a kidney dish filled with SEBUM. sebum is this oily mixture that gets secreted out of our sweat glands... it moisturises the skin and contains some anti-bacterials. so why is there such a freaking huge pool of gooey sebum in this dish??? cuz... it just flowed out of this cystic teratoma. a mature cystic teratoma is a type of benign tumour, commonly found in the ovary. this one was the size of a 22wk uterus (diameter ~ 5inches)... when it was slit open, the sebum half spurted out... and the cyst deflated... usually there are other formed elements in the teratoma, these elements are embryonically developed from the 3 cell lines... bascially, it means any tissue can be found in there... like skin, bone, cartilage, hair, fat, endocrine tissue... we tried looking for teeth in there, but too bad, there wasn't any. it was really gross though, the sebum + matted hair...

sigh, i just love operations... :D :D :D i wanna op next time leh.

on friday, there was a code green (emergency caesarean) around 7+... sigh... i RAN all the way to the OT reception cuz i needed someone to open the door for me. but the counter was like a ghost town... thankfully the HO was there so we rushed over to the change room so she could open it for me. she's so nice :) BUT... argh. u all know how far the change rm is from the OT reception rite... sigh and i changed so quickly lor (not like some pple... take ages to change... dunno what they are doing inside the change room...sheesh... hehehe... ) anyway i managed to change without going into the cubey at all lor! and i RAN all the way to the OT... and guess wat... that was under 10min in total... and the baby out liao lor!!! *fumes*

so u see... they really mean it when they say CRASH CAESAR... but i'm glad both mother and son are fine... :D

point of note: when cutting the cord, please be careful not to cut that vital organ if it's a male child. heh.

Dopey @ 8:09 PM | 1 comments

mercoledì, settembre 14, 2005

Your Blogging Type is Confident and Insightful

You've got a ton of brain power, and you leverage it into brilliant blog.
Both creative and logical, you come up with amazing ideas and insights.
A total perfectionist, you find yourself revising and rewriting posts a lot of the time.
You blog for yourself - and you don't care how popular (or unpopular) your blog is!
What's Your Blogging Personality?
guess wat, i'm just BACK from tutorial! woohooo! and one more to go on friday... :D

Dopey @ 11:06 PM | 0 comments

You Should Learn French

C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.
You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...
What Language Should You Learn?


oooh, the sign the sign is here! wondering whether i shld continue with art class... or stop art and do something else... somehow, i'm not that INTO art as into language. hmmm tentatively, i shall continue till i've finished my level on scenery sketching... then we'll see... maybe i'll go do some spanish. (been itching for pple to talk to)
You are an Atheist

When it comes to religion, you're a non-believer (simple as that).
You prefer to think about what's known and proven.
You don't need religion to solve life's problems.
Instead, you tend to work things out with logic and philosophy.
What's Your Religious Philosophy?

Dopey @ 12:05 PM | 0 comments

martedì, settembre 13, 2005

:: more 'doc' blogs!! ::

here's angry doctor and here's angry angsty annoyed alone in a roomful of joy (pending MBBS)

ENJOY!

and btw, 'spacefan' says:
5. Blogging about your patients and being as vague about it as possible offers
no protection whatsoever.

Dopey @ 10:55 PM | 0 comments

:: can u believe this?!?! ::

clueless accompanies his parents to NUH... the mum was referred there for some vague pain somewhere...

me: so wht's the problem with yr mother?

clueless: don't know leh... next week going for scope....to check....is it serious?

me: scope both top and bottom?

clueless: no say leh... :-( serious?

me: def got say... yr mum signed consent form already rite? after scope will know if her condition is serious or not (ok, i admit, this is probably not the best answer... i shld have said... scope to exclude CA... but i din wanna freak him out. we MS seem to think the worst of every situation)

clueless: nope... i don't think she sign any form... but in the room with the doc, i don't know... how serious? :-(

me: u din go into the rm with her?

clueless: nope leh :-( i waited outside

me: what for?

clueless: what the scenarios?

me: u shld go in with her wat!!!

clueless: she ask me wait outside...

me: haiz

me: in the clinic i see all the patients coming with their kids, have their kids going in with them... the aim of u going to the clinic wif yr mum is cuz u r probably more educatedand can understand the doc better ma... and can ask questions... just in case yr mum gets overwhelmed or dunno how to express her concerns!

clueless: what can i do if she prefers to go in alone?

me: then u go to nuh with her for?

... ... ...

clueless: what the various scenarios for her situation?

me: dun ask me wht is the scenario or watever, even u as the son is so clueless, how can u expect me to know anything.

clueless: so what the scope for?

me: i dun even know where she's scoping what else can i tell u

i can't tell u anything at all cuz u urself can offer me no further info. i suggest u shld go talk to yr mother and find out what exactly took place in the clinic. or else it'll just be like a blind man who doesn't know what he's looking for.

clueless: she sleep liao, i ask tomorrow... so what are the critical qns to ask?

me: the critical question u shld ask yrself is... being her son, why u need someone else to tell u to go ask her wht hap in the clinic?

(thinking: do u need someone to teach u how to be your mother's son?)

*sorry la, i think i'm very ke4 bo2 when it comes to pple like that... but there are just certain forms of s...... that i can't take!


it's actually freaking ridiculous for me to hear of a person who accompanies his parents to the doctor's for a problem, doesn't enter the clinic with them... and then comes home... DOESN'T freaking ask them about what happened to them and what the doctor thinks might be the problem.... and only knows one word. S.C.O.P.E... i mean... don't know want to know more? the pt spends 10min in the room and only got told one sentence... u need to do a scope. and dunno scope where still. best.

Dopey @ 10:39 PM | 0 comments

lunedì, settembre 12, 2005

:: yay!!! ::

You Are 20 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
What Age Do You Act?

Dopey @ 7:04 PM | 0 comments

sabato, settembre 10, 2005

Your Brain's Pattern

Your brain is always looking for the connections in life.
You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.
You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.
You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.
What Pattern Is Your Brain?
ok, just in case i dun make it (choy choy choy + touch a lot of wood... hmmm ok maybe touch any guy also can, they are all so MU4 TOU2) i'll become a mei2ren2... haha... too bad not mei3ren2. :/

Dopey @ 6:01 PM | 0 comments

was talking to a lady with APH @ 27/52 who'd been compelled to the bed for 2+ weeks...

mdm x: oh i transferred from Mt A. bills quite expensive just for hospital stay...

me: oh ya true... so when u give birth, going to be at Mt A. or KK?

mdm x: oh i think want to go there... my gynae from there..

me: oic, wo ye shi zai na li chu sheng de...

mdm x: eyes wide open, round round... can even see pupils dilating. hehe...

me: ???

me: oh....

mdm x: you gave birth already?

me: er... NO NO NO.... i was born there, my mother gave birth to me there...

mdm x: oh, (pats chest with relief) you look so young...


heh... i feel mollified that at least i look young to her... not like some odd people who like to look old. :P

Dopey @ 5:51 PM | 0 comments

giovedì, settembre 08, 2005

:: what to do? ::

now that my mum's back at home... and has nothing to do... she's generating a lot of noise... in the forms of
a) gossip marathon on the phone with my thousand and one relatives who've all come to give advice on how to take care of herself while recuperating... the most absurd of which was:
"you must not touch water, you must not bathe, taking out yr womb is like giving birth... must go under confinement..."
b) hovering around my room imparting me all the gossip she's accumulated throughout the day (while i was in the hosp)
c) attempting to do housework (while we hover around her to take away the broom/mop/clothes/pot... wateva)
d) lying on the bed/sofa (now that we've confined her there) and giving out random instructions... eg
'oy, xxxqi, when u wash the non-stick pan dun use the silver sponge, use the yellow one...'
'oy, xxxqi, i heard today is the all-black day? the clothes will still qi3mao2, then u need to use that brush to brush all the mao2 off...'
'eh, you all remember to throw the rubbish away, i think i can smell something...'
'use the steam iron la... looks easier to use leh'
'someone needs to stock up food... '

so i've come up with some ways to keep her otherwise occupied:
a) rent some vcds, hope she gets hooked onto them...
b) make her get addicted to harry potter... got 6 books for her to read
c) drug her (hia hia hia... swap the panadol with midazolam... evil evil...)
d) keep her high on caffeine
e) get her hooked to online chatting, maybe at #auntie (hehehe) or #post-hysterectomy discussion group
f) get my father to send her to my auntie's house in the morning, and collect her back at night (so she'll spend her whole day there gossiping) aka send to daycare ;)
g) any suggestions???

Dopey @ 8:24 PM | 2 comments

:: impending pt complaint ::

middle aged old lady, with UVP (utero-vaginal prolapse) came back to the wards after her operation... arrived around 12+... complained of pain...

it is now 3pm... (as u can see from my post), and the nurses are all passing reports.

as i approached the lady, intending to clerk her, i could see her biting on her own index finger... all curled up... she was obviously in pain. and a lot of pain. she was so desperate for some pain killers... they'd told her hours ago, that they'd give her a jab, since she was still NBM (cannot take oral yet). and wait she did...

wait... wait... wait...

and wait... somemore...

so i went to tell the nurses who said: already told staff nurse, they're getting the medicine.

(of course i din dare to approach the staff nurse, she was passing reports, which if u all dunno yet, is a SACRED almost ritualistic process. if i were to interrupt, i would become the sacrificial lamb...)

husband and son came... by then poor lady was biting on her own finger (the pain on the finger can distract the pain at her op site i suppose) and clinging onto the handrails by the bed!!!

and so, i told the husband, go bug the staff nurse (now as we know, visitors won't be sacrificed/yelled at/banned from the wards)... he apparently was quelled by the queen dragon, and approached the ward clerk instead.

rude, stupid clerk barely acknowledged his presence and turned to talk to a nurse! HOW RUDE IS THAT?!?!?! i wish tt man had yelled for her attention. sigh. when are the patients who know their rights when we NEED them?

i wonder... when on earth are they going to give her the jab.

i think i'll go route out the clueless HO. keep seeing her flit lef flit right, i bet she isn't doing anything useful lor.

Dopey @ 3:01 PM | 0 comments

mercoledì, settembre 07, 2005

:: happy birthday ahleong ::

may you age with finesse!


lolz, now we know there are OTHER uses of 200 thousand grand. ;)

Dopey @ 7:19 PM | 0 comments

lunedì, settembre 05, 2005

:: O & G ::

observed and kinda assisted in my first delivery today! woohooo!

for once, i'm actually worried about the falling birth-rate in sg.... after taking away the pts who have complicated pregnancies, those EPS (extra private patients)... and all those who get warded in the labour ward for premmies (like 34 weekers...) we're left with a handul of potential births in a day... such a small supply, when there are EIGHT students rostered there, and each have to be involved in at least 4 deliveries...

not that it helps a lot that a significant proportion of the staff in that hosp seems to be perpetually perimenopausal, in PMS, or simply anal rententive. bah!

labour can be defined by the following words:
1. wait
2. wait
3. wait some more...
active labour starts when the cervix is dilated to 3cm, and the baby theoretically starts coming out at 10cm. it takes 1 hr to dilate 1 cm => go do the math (keep in mind not everyone follows the textbook, though in sg, i'd expect us to go by the book)

it's all a waiting game.
finally, in ard an hour, that's the time taken for the precious bundle of ugly joy to come out through the monstrously dilated cervix (hell, i was so impressed by the fact that my whole hand could go into the cervix! whoa... and i got to feel the baby's head and stuff like that... coool!)

it's a whole lot of PAIN, so women listen:
i mean, really LISTEN! pay attention now!
use epidural! or u'll be screaming yr lungs out during delivery AND you'll be screeching in pain each time the needle pokes yr very tender split open vagina walls when the HO starts to sew up the episiotomy (it's this cut they make to widen the exit so tt the baby can come out more easily)

there's this myth that an epidural's going to cause you chronic low back pain. it's not true la...
1. half or more than half of the women get back pain during pregnancy cuz of the extra load they carry around their tummy anyway
2. and if u'd been carrying this 3kg load for 9mths, and now it's suddenly gone, sure will kena back pain rite?
3. pregnancy causes all yr ligaments to become lose, so some pple will get back pain, but it should go away in 6mths
4. incorrect positioning while breast-feeding also leads to back pain.
and think about it, if you're screaming your lungs out and being so stressed out, your own body's not going to take the delivery well... and your baby's going to be affected as a result of that too!

so... YR BACK OR YR BABY? hahaha...

the ugliest part of labour:
1. the ugly coning of the baby's head
2. the odd urine + blood smell when the membranes are ruptured ie. waterbag broke. sometimes the mothers defecate too... gross and smelly of cuz!
3. the clotting of that entire pool of blood after the cut is made... they make this cut from the vagina exit to the skin... damn deep! i wanna cut next time! they dun use painkiller leh... but the midwife does it while the contractions come!

the most miraculous part of labour:
1. the baby's head coming out! omg....
2. the baby's umbilical cord, it's such a nice translucent pretty colour... and feels good too! i hope i get to clamp, cut and take the cord blood next time round.

the cutest part of the baby:
1. the feet... oooh so tiny.... haha... got to take the hypocount from there... and it keeps wriggling ard, so hard to put on the plaster!
2. the cry.

the funniest part of the delivery:
well, me being very excited, was describing in full detail the baby's descent through the birth canal to the father... urging him to see how the head is just 1 cm from popping out... and all the hair and everything can be seen... and then... the dad said: mabok la...
and after a hurried glance at the gaping bloody hole, retreated into the safety of the midwife's shadow...

Dopey @ 9:32 PM | 0 comments

domenica, settembre 04, 2005

:: how to slight an irritating person on your msn list ::

(disclaimer: do not do if it's someone you know if real-life cuz you'll probably get bashed up)

pulex irritatans: finally.... xyz (calls u by a stupid nick that you already said u don't like)
me: (after an appropriately long pause, since you're in busy mode) wat's up?
pulex irritans: wow!
me: wow what? i'm bz.
pulex irritans: nothing much.
me: you din see the busy sign?
pulex irritans: u at home?
me: busy
pulex irritans: u rem me?
me: only 1 thing i rem abt u...
me: is that you prob irritated me so much you're off my list.
me: sorry that's the only thing i rem abt you. i'm busy, sorry can't chat, next time don't message me when i'm busy. thanks.

confirmed the irritant won't ever show up to irritate you again. and you can put it off your block list too!

Dopey @ 4:45 PM | 0 comments

:: double standards ::

if a man is not attached, the view is:
1. sg women too materialistic, i cannot provide her all the gadzillion C's
2. sg women not gentle enough aka shu nu
3. the angmohs took all out women away
4. sg women ask for too high standards
5. sg women are too career-minded
6. sg women are too headstrong and argue too much

if a sg gal is not attached, the view is:
1. she is too materialistic, only love money, and rich men
2. she is an SPG
3. she is a bitch/snob/perpetually pms
4. she set standards that are too high
5. she is fat/ugly/ugly/ugly/ugly/fat/fat lolz...
6. no 'assets'?
7. she is too career-minded
8. she's a les

see the trend?
men NEVER blame themselves, they blame the women, the foreigners, the environment and the government.
how come i haven't heard of gals giving reasons on why they aren't attached yet? mostly i hear, haven't found 'the one'.
i propose, we have another episode of Get Real! which shows: 'Are Singaporean men (with their whining) easy to love?'

Dopey @ 3:17 PM | 3 comments

sabato, settembre 03, 2005

:: the seven's ::

7 things that scare me:

1. spiders
2. gum injections (thank god all my wisdom teeth are out)
3. failing ANY exam/test
4. dr P--- at a particular local hospital
5. cats' eyes
6. losing my belongings
7. losing my passion towards life

7 things i can do:

1. sleep faced down (as if i didn't need air)
2. doze off halfway while writing a sentence
3. study anywhere (and i really mean anywhere)
4. sleep anywhere (heh.)
5. multi-task
6. organise pple for events??
7. raise only my left eyebrow

7 things i cannot do:

1. dance salsa (but i want to learn in the future)
2. draw portraits (but i will try to learn in the future)
3. play the piano (always wanted to learn but no chance)
4. speak French (may wanna learn a bit)
5. run 3 km in a shorter time
6. sing (sob sob)
7. stop analysing others' and my own behaviours

7 randoms facts about me:

1. i am irritating
2. i over plan so much that it irritates pple
3. i like longish skirts and i don't really like pants
4. i've evolved to be quite hiao
5. i am quite selfish
6. i think pple are chess pieces
7. i crave all knowledge

7 things i like the most:

1. walking
2. night
3. latino music (those with guitar)
4. books
5. film
6. pple who are humorous
7. my studies (heh.)

7 important things in my room:

1. notebook notebook notebook (can't stress how vital that is!)
2. air-conditioner (woe becomes the day it breaks down)
3. stereo set and CDs (i don't listen to the radio, most DJs are stupid)
4. my chair wif wheels... weeeeeeee!
5. BGM & meds
6. my two little pillows hehehe (can't sleep w/o them)
7. nail cutter (don't ask me why it's impt. but it is. heheh)

7 things i hope to do before i die:

1. Travel travel travel whole of Eastern Europe
2. Backpack South America
3. specialise
4. have children
5. further my spanish studies
6. Provide well for my parents (so they can live well, travel and be in good health)
7. be able to have at least 3 confidantes who accompany me through life...

7 "secrets":

1. i do like someone actually
2. i think friendship is like a 'trade'. i'm done 'giving' when the other party only takes.
3. sometimes, i stand at the kitchen window (e one w/o grills) at ard 1-2am and wonder how it'd feel to jump
4. i am a closet linus
5. i have the bad habit of fingering the edge of my skirt / labcoat when there's nothing else to do (it makes me feel secure)
6. i stutter real bad whenever i'm stressed. ie. like now, in O&G, i keep stuttering whenever i talk to ANY tutor
7. i think about various ways of dying and other morbid things and wonder which i'd have to go thru in this life.

7 kinds of pple i hate:

1. pple who dun help themselves and expect others to give them TWO helping hands
2. pple who make presumptions about me just because of one random thing i do
3. pple who always expect others to take charge and never volunteer to take the lead
4. friends whom i find out have broken their promise to me
5. pple who're not my close friends yet come disturb me on MSN when i'm in the bz mode (especially when it's not a matter of importance)
6. those who borrow my things and DO NOT return them!
7. selfish pple. those who don't share cases in the hospital.

7 pple who should do this:

1. lina (but she's too lazy to blog)
2. sanz
3. AGAG (must do ah!)
4. ahleong (but too bz mugging? anyway, even done i also won't know lor)
5. wenky (i hope, it'd be interesting to find out more about our friends)
6. EW (but she's on blog hiatus)
7. anyone else who read this blog and wants to find out more about himself (sometimes, when you don't actively think about it, you won't realise how you have changed since ages ago)

Dopey @ 11:54 AM | 0 comments

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