Ya Ampun. Sudah ku warning jangan digoogle frenulum tu, degillll. Karang mata ketumbit sendiri mau tanggung aa.
Random snippets: I just found out the top keyword search to my blog is ‘proctologist’ and ‘arse’. Maybe lepas ni boleh jadi ‘frenulum’ pulak. Ish Ish.
Remember when I said I could never be a pediatrician? I retract that back officially. I could so see myself being one. Why, you ask?
1. Pediatricians must be the most carefree, stress-free doctors around. Well, apart from dermatologists, of course. Researches have proven that being in the company of children with the right attitude usually decreases a certain amount of stress in an adult.
It’s not complete bollocks, trust me. Contrary to popular beliefs, kids are neither noisy nor dirty. Well, not all the time, I compromise that with you. I met the most brilliant kid around, I think he’s my great love for the whole week. His name is Sasha (short for Alexander, and do not ask me how it becomes Sasha, I haven’t gotten around figuring that out even after 6 years). The conversation basically went like this.
Dr. L: Hey youuu. What’s your name?
S: Sasha! (in a very high-spirited, jolly manner, toothy smiles)
Dr. L: (A little taken aback with the spirit since most of the other patients were either too shy or too emo. Hahha). Hi Sasha! How old are you?
S: (Thinking for awhile. So I thought I’d help a bit. I held out four fingers) Yes, 4!
Dr. L: Wow, you’re almost a grown up then. So, what happened to you to make you stay here (in the hospital)?
S: (Shoving a hand into my vision) They poked me here, (and rolled up his sleeves to show his elbow) and here. They took my blood.
Dr. L: Oh, was it painful?
S: (Shaking his head) Nope.
Dr. L: Did you cry?
S: (Vehemently) No!
Dr. L: Wow, you’re a brave boy!
At this point, his mother was done clearing her mess and turned her attention to me. She was a nice middle-age lady, very friendly, so I guess the apple didn’t really fall far from the tree. According to his mother, Sasha is hospitalised due to Acute Glomerulonephritis (kidney infection), while at the same time suffering from Biliary Dyskinesia, Dolichosigma and Atrial Septal Defect (layman term: jantung berlubang).
It was almost unfair, this vivacious, bright, friendly kid, being burdened with all these?
Pavala, who was with me, was stumped by the information. She could not speak for awhile. Even had tears in her eyes.
Unfortunately, Sasha was beckoned away for an Ultrasound. So while helping him get ready (pulling his pants and hoodie on while chanting faster! faster!), I couldn’t help feeling remorseful. I, living with perfect health, take life for granted everyday. And Sasha is exactly what I need, a reminder, that life is too good to feel bad.
2. Curing a child comes with the expectation that the child will grow up to be someone useful one day. You can’t say the same thing about treating an adult. Of course, both are rewarding experiences, but with a child, you send him off with a hope that he/she will be someone good. With an adult, you just pray you won’t be seeing him/her under the same circumstances again, and that’s that.
3. I find that most pediatricians I know genuinely care for their patients. I’m not saying that other doctors don’t, but most of the time pediatricians stress more on their patients’ wellbeing than other specialists. They can be the garang-est head of department, but when you see them with a child, they instantly switch from Voldemort to Albus Dumbledore in a matter of seconds. I used to be wary of pediatric department due to said HOD, but now I realise, the austerity is imperative because you can’t afford any silly mistake in treating a child.
Okay, geeky moments ending soon, I promise.
Watched GG? Chuck has got to be the most handsome, dashing angsty person I know. Funny it takes a bed hair and a loose tie to open my eyes to him. Hahha. Lilly and Rufus? No comment.
Yeah, how long must you wait for it?
Yeah, how long must you pay for it?
Yeah, how long must you wait for it? ~ In My Place, Colplay.