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! :)
