Bismillahirrahmanirrahim…
Assalamulaikum w.b.t…
By the time this post is written, I’m already having a cup of coffee back at my home. Yes, I’ve skipped a lot of departments to report about my clinical experiences regardless how much I got from each of them. I counted up to three departments I’ve missed (that is, if I’m not mistaken). It’s not like I’ve given up writing. It’s rather, I was busy writing something else other than blogs that I couldn’t find my time to update. And being the stubborn me, I refuse to update my blog with items I wrote for something else. Yeah, you can complain, but that’s me. It’s not like you’ll see my post uploaded twice anywhere unless with high demands.
Now, this is a major warning, I’m going to ramble the whole post and it would be really personal. Just because I need some drive to make me write again. So anyone who couldn’t stand rambling, feel free not to click the ‘read more’ button or just navigate away from the page. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with an educating article soon enough. So stop pouting!
As everyone already knew, I finished my episode in Indonesia. Honestly, it was a very tiring yet inspiring experience. I’m not sure how I will take it if I were to stay at my hometown for the rest of my life, but as far as I had go, I’m proud I flew off to this country. It wasn’t smooth sailing, it had never been one. Up to the point I’m flying back to Malaysia, I still have problems to be fix. It was indeed TIRING without doubt but it taught me a lot of things. I always thought I’m vulnerable, apart of my physical weakness, I tend to develop stress easily. I rarely cry but it’s hard for me to smile in hardships. I have a huge amount of respect to those who can smile within hard times, seriously.
Lately I’ve learn to love my job more. Yes, you didn’t read it wrong. You don’t have to purposely re-read my sentence. I’ve LEARN to love my job. Despite having less rest (let alone sleep) and less appreciated (by the consultants especially), I finally able to see the beauty of medical career. Well, it was boring at the ENT department, I didn’t really enjoy it much. But it was a great turn point in Anaesthesiology. Seriously I’m telling you, that department *points at Anaesthesiology* really mesmerized me in every way. If it wasn’t because of the whole day jailed in the OR, I might’ve specialize in THAT.
My last Obstetric and Gynecology department was the department I was looking forward to. Unfortunately, it didn’t turn out well to me. Well, it would be unfair for me to judge the department by what I’ve experienced because they were mainly about administration problems. But thinking back, I don’t think I’m really into the knowledge that much. If I were to choose, Surgery would still be more like me.
Up to this point, you must have been thinking what kind of ‘beauty’ I saw in medical career when the whole thing I’ve been telling you didn’t sound great at all. It’s hard to describe. But I wonder if everyone would feel the same like me. The moment when I helped a patient, and the moment the patients hold my hand and say simple ‘thank you’, the feelings of accomplishments. They were beautiful. Sure, there were times when the patients didn’t want me to help. Those were the times I’m becoming someone who tried to convince people how important the value of one’s life. I don’t care if they are committing suicide, my job is to preserve one’s life as much as I can. It’s my fighting field no matter how many times they tried to refuse.
Was it so hard to summarize? Simply said, I love helping people. That’s all that counts. I’m getting stronger by believing and supporting. No matter how weak I am, people around me had always lend me their strength. Sometimes in ways they didn’t even recognize. I still need to gather more experiences in order to become better, and I still have a lot more to learn. But during these times, I want to learn to love everyone. And become a doctor who could save people regardless who they are. Someday, I want to save an enemy, that is if I even have one. *quietly make a wish* No, no, not a wish to have an enemy. What are you thinking about? *annoyed* I would be better off without one. I wish I could love and respect everyone, instead.
Wow, I can’t believe you read my ramblings till now! Haha… Don’t worry, I’m done. I finally regained my enthusiast to write more~ Later, yoroshiku onegaishimasu~
Truly,
Dalili
P/S: Despite being free, I have a project to attend to during this holiday and yes, it was about writing. So I might won’t update too frequent but I won’t abandon the blog too long. Bare with me, okay. *bows in apology*
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim…
Assalamulaikum w.b.t…
By the time this post is written, I’m already having a cup of coffee back at my home. Yes, I’ve skipped a lot of departments to report about my clinical experiences regardless how much I got from each of them. I counted up to three departments I’ve missed (that is, if I’m not mistaken). It’s not like I’ve given up writing. It’s rather, I was busy writing something else other than blogs that I couldn’t find my time to update. And being the stubborn me, I refuse to update my blog with items I wrote for something else. Yeah, you can complain, but that’s me. It’s not like you’ll see my post uploaded twice anywhere unless with high demands.
Now, this is a major warning, I’m going to ramble the whole post and it would be really personal. Just because I need some drive to make me write again. So anyone who couldn’t stand rambling, feel free not to click the ‘read more’ button or just navigate away from the page. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with an educating article soon enough. So stop pouting!
As everyone already knew, I finished my episode in Indonesia. Honestly, it was a very tiring yet inspiring experience. I’m not sure how I will take it if I were to stay at my hometown for the rest of my life, but as far as I had go, I’m proud I flew off to this country. It wasn’t smooth sailing, it had never been one. Up to the point I’m flying back to Malaysia, I still have problems to be fix. It was indeed TIRING without doubt but it taught me a lot of things. I always thought I’m vulnerable, apart of my physical weakness, I tend to develop stress easily. I rarely cry but it’s hard for me to smile in hardships. I have a huge amount of respect to those who can smile within hard times, seriously.
Lately I’ve learn to love my job more. Yes, you didn’t read it wrong. You don’t have to purposely re-read my sentence. I’ve LEARN to love my job. Despite having less rest (let alone sleep) and less appreciated (by the consultants especially), I finally able to see the beauty of medical career. Well, it was boring at the ENT department, I didn’t really enjoy it much. But it was a great turn point in Anaesthesiology. Seriously I’m telling you, that department *points at Anaesthesiology* really mesmerized me in every way. If it wasn’t because of the whole day jailed in the OR, I might’ve specialize in THAT.
My last Obstetric and Gynecology department was the department I was looking forward to. Unfortunately, it didn’t turn out well to me. Well, it would be unfair for me to judge the department by what I’ve experienced because they were mainly about administration problems. But thinking back, I don’t think I’m really into the knowledge that much. If I were to choose, Surgery would still be more like me.
Up to this point, you must have been thinking what kind of ‘beauty’ I saw in medical career when the whole thing I’ve been telling you didn’t sound great at all. It’s hard to describe. But I wonder if everyone would feel the same like me. The moment when I helped a patient, and the moment the patients hold my hand and say simple ‘thank you’, the feelings of accomplishments. They were beautiful. Sure, there were times when the patients didn’t want me to help. Those were the times I’m becoming someone who tried to convince people how important the value of one’s life. I don’t care if they are committing suicide, my job is to preserve one’s life as much as I can. It’s my fighting field no matter how many times they tried to refuse.
Was it so hard to summarize? Simply said, I love helping people. That’s all that counts. I’m getting stronger by believing and supporting. No matter how weak I am, people around me had always lend me their strength. Sometimes in ways they didn’t even recognize. I still need to gather more experiences in order to become better, and I still have a lot more to learn. But during these times, I want to learn to love everyone. And become a doctor who could save people regardless who they are. Someday, I want to save an enemy, that is if I even have one. *quietly make a wish* No, no, not a wish to have an enemy. What are you thinking about? *annoyed* I would be better off without one. I wish I could love and respect everyone, instead.
Wow, I can’t believe you read my ramblings till now! Haha… Don’t worry, I’m done. I finally regained my enthusiast to write more~ Later, yoroshiku onegaishimasu~
Truly,
Dalili
P/S: Despite being free, I have a project to attend to during this holiday and yes, it was about writing. So I might won’t update too frequent but I won’t abandon the blog too long. Bare with me, okay. *bows in apology*
