My first day as a House Officer.

Woke up at 600am. Did my early morning rituals.

From this day forward, I'm determined that I want to wake up every morning, feeling motivated and passionate to go to work. I know it will be hard since I'll wake up to the same old bed, lavender colored walls, white fluorescent wall lamp etcetra. But that won't stop me from progressing.

I left our home with my right foot first. In my heart, I quietly recited my 'dua. I hoped my day runs smoothly. For the first time in my life (sigh), I'm totally independent.

First stop, JKNS, Shah Alam.

I drove our trusted (but not so sturdy) Satria. We named the car Mike. There's a story behind that name, I'll probably write about it later (if I have the time). To cut the story short, after I finished my errands in JKNS, I continued my journey to Kajang Hospital, which will be my second home for the next two years.

Mike is actually a second hand car, which my parents bought for my sister 5 years ago in order for her to commute from Shah Alam to our house. It was when I was in 3rd year of Med School when Mike had been passed down to me (not entirely), since my sister started using another car. Mike can't stand long journeys or it will get angry and overheat. Another thing with Mike is you can't stop abruptly when you are driving it, or else it will be shocked, seize and lost it's consciousness.

I was on my way to Kajang when Mike started to give me some weird vibes (I can sense when there's something wrong with Mike. Yes, we are that attached). When we were about 500 meters away from the Hicom KESAS exit, Mike seized and lost it's consciousness. Usually I manage to start Mike back after 3 trials but it did not work this time. Surprisingly, I did not panic. I called my sister. Luckily, she was on her way to Shah Alam for her class, but she was running late. Late=Stress=High Pitch Voice when I was talking to her on the phone. It's not her fault. If I'm in her situation, I'll probably reacted the same way as she did. But somehow, that triggered me.

I called my brother for help since he's the expert when it comes to cars, and that's when I burst into tears. Heh. I was surprised that he can understand what I was saying on the phone.

Alhamdulillah, about 15 minutes later, my sister came into the rescue, and then there was this guy who works in a workshop nearby who offered help. I drove my sister's car to Kajang and she waited for her friend to pick her up there. My brother took care of the rest.

Usually when things like these happens, the first person that I will call is my mother, and she will usually call my father for help. Hmmmm. But whatever it is, I'm grateful that I have my sister and brothers around, and I can totally depend on them 24/7. Alhamdulillah.

The rest of the day was filled with endless forms filling, photocopying and briefings. There were 13 new House Officers who came to report their duty other than myself. All of them were nice and helpful. :)

Oh, and my first rotation is....Obstetrics and Gynecology! :)

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ALLAH is GREAT. Allah menguji umatnya supaya senantiasa ingat kepada-Nya.

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That's my story about my first day as a House Officer.

Let's hope for more interesting (and happy) stories to come! :)

Leaving on a jetplane.

InsyaAllah, tomorrow I'll be leaving on a jetplane with my family, to Jeddah. Ayahhhh here we come! Hehee. When we are there, InsyaAllah, we will perform our Umrah.

To my dear friends, if you are reading this, I'm sorry for my wrongdoings. Kalau ada hutang apa-apa, minta dihalalkan for the time being. Kalau ada, please remind be to get back to you once I reached home, which will be on early July.

To my friends who are getting engaged/married, congratulations! I'm sorry I can't attend your engagement ceremony/reception. Happy for all of you! :)

Ya Allah, minta dipermudahkan perjalanan kami. Aminnnn.

Salam.

Who knows, maybe I'll be the next Nobel Prize winner.

I've decided which hospital I want to serve in Insyaallah a few months time, provided I pass my Professional III exam (Aminnnnnnnnnn). After endless discussions with my mother and siblings, and after exchanging a few emails with my dad, I realized that it does not matter which hospital I end up working with, it's the experience that truly matters.

"Choosing the place to do whatever ship should be the least of your problems...it's how you handle these people and most importantly how you handle youself is the key..".

Those were exactly what ayah said that made me realized that I should not think too much about where I want to be posted. Thank you ayah for your advice. I miss having you around :(

I was told on Friday that all of us have to submit our form for our housemanship application the latest on Tuesday. So, today, I've spent my evening searching for my SPM certificate as well as other important things to be compiled with the form. When I was busy searching, I came across this....


Funny tak! Hahahaha! I was laughing my heart out when I saw this! But hey, I dreamt of being a doctor since I was 10 years old kot! When I was little, I always dream of becoming a scientist. Back then, I had a weird fascination over people working in the labs, with the test tubes filled with weird looking liquids, people wearing lab coats with their electrified hairdo (imagine: Albert Einstien), I was determined that one day, I will work in the lab, create something new, and win the Noble Prize (too much for a 10 year old eh?pfffttt). Dah masuk high school baru realized that there was no chemistry between me and Chemistry (the subject). Time tu baru lah fikir nak pursue a degree in Genetics (gila ambition punya highly specialized :P). But I always put Doctor as a career of choice at the back of my mind, as I think that I will be needing a miracle to get into medical school. Pejam celik tak sangka sekarang ni dah masuk my final year of medical school. It is funny how time flies when you least expect it.

Alhamdullillah, for now, I think I've acheived more that what I've dream for. But I still have a looooooooooooooonnnnnnggggggggg journey to go. Now, all I have to do is fuel up my tank with endless information and shift to gear 5.

Ya Allah, permudahkan lah jalan untuk hamba mu ini...Aminnnnn.

Should I keep this blog or delete it?

Should I keep this blog or delete it? Please respond, anonymously pun takpe. Your comments are greatly appreciated. :)

This abandoning-blog-thingy is getting teruk-er each day. Sorry for all my readers out there (macam ada je), but recently, I have a tendency to open-close-open my 'new post' section, most of the time I will leave it blank and end up closing it again. From now on, I won't be posting as 'frequently' as before. I'm telling this because I don't wanna put high hopes to my readers (cewah, belagak lagi ada org baca blog ni).

Anyway, what's up with people posting pictures of their trip to Broga Hill? Everytime I came across those pictures in my facebook news feed, I'll end up seeing the same set of pictures again and again. Macam duplicate pulak. Ok, random ranting of the day. I'm saying this because I'm soo jealous of those people who get a chance to witness Broga's breathtaking sceneries. Nak pergi :(

Yay! Tomorrow Mama will be coming back home from Jeddah. :)) From now on, Ayah's second home is in Jeddah. Ayah has started working there since last month and Mama accompanied him for the first month. I'm happy for Ayah, but..

I'll definitely miss his Maggi goreng, Mee Hailam and Sup Ekor.

He is a hard worker. Eventho he was a pensioner before he got this job, that never stop him from doing other works. He loves gardening, and he is a good carpenter. Come visit our home, I'll show you all of the cupboards, cabinets and tables that he has worked on. We even have our own hand-made waterfall in our front yard. I will definitely miss the cluttering noises when he's busy building a new furniture for the house.

I'll definitely miss having late night snacks with him. Usually, he sleeps quite late as he loves to watch the TV late at night. If I'm still up, and he happen to make a sandwich for his supper, he will make another one for me without me asking for it.

I'll definitely miss his jokes.

I'll definitely miss HIM.

He is not the type of father who is open in term of showing his love towards his children. He has his own way of showing it, and I love him for that. Ayah, do take care, and come back home as frequently as you can ok. Ikan-ikan ayah dah rindu kat ayah ni. hehe.

I have to stop here, in dire need to press the forward button now. Can't wait to see Mama tomorrow!