Monday, August 22, 2011

My guilty pleasure is back.




1. Anthony need to lose the 'stache.

2. I kinda miss Frusciante. :(

3. Flea is awesome as everrrrr

They're coming to the UK in November. Manchester/Birmingham would be my best bet. However, 55pounds and potentially a week or two before Very Important Exams (the one with kids and preggers ladies - cannot play play). Oh and no Frusciante.

Sigh.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Exclusion.

Ever had those times when you walk into a room and everyone stops talking, or when you can't hold a conversation with someone you were once close to, or when a simple passing 'hi' becomes the most awkward thing.

I feel like my social life is crumbling. It's because I take things too seriously.

meh.

It's the typical student problem. Everyone telling you a different thing, a different approach. For medical students it's all in the physical examination and history presentation. As far as I could remember during my days back in IMU the CSU sessions and OCSEs were the source of a lot of stress - not because it was difficult to perform an examination (it's pretty simple really) but it's because every lecturer and examiner would have their own preferences and one had to thread very carefully - one lecturer's method was another lecturer's dislike. But it was the students who would get the brunt of it. People even memorized the different methods and teachings of different lecturers so as to apply them if they happened to be examining them.

It's the same everywhere really.

Since paeds started I've actually been on the wards a fair bit (gasp!) and making a concious effort to clerk and present at least 5 patients a week. It's hard enough mustering the courage to talk to parents about why their precious kids are in hospital and asking sensitive questions like did they smoke or did the child live with their father. But that's the easy part. Presenting? You mean if the F1 or ST isn't running after someone's bloods and tapping away at some TTO's or if there's a nice registrar in the ward who doesn't think you're a waste of oxygen, thre might be a chance. I generally stay away from consultants on the ward because I'm terrified of them, don't say presenting. And that's if they're any doctors around at all.

But that's not my main problem. The problem here is presenting.

I've taken scores of histories - some good, some not so good, some with patchy examinations and most with none. But only about 20% of the histories get presented. That's if I'm lucky - or is it? How many times have I been stopped because the ST or SHO decided that the past medical history should be presented before the chief complaint, or felt that birth weight should be at the top instead of birth history further below. Some would say the PC should be just the main cause of admission and timeframe, others disagree and would have a bit of the HOPI in the PC in the patient's words. Sometimes I try to be smart and use jargon only to be caught up and asked 'did the parents really say 'apyrexial'? Use their own words.' I'm constantly being told different things and it reall affects me.

Just a couple hours ago I tried to present a case of a wheezy child to a rather nice ST but while I had all the information penned down, all I could think of was 'Is this how he would like it? What if he thinks the order should be like that instead of this?' And I was so caught up in those insecurities and thinking of past mistakes I ended up fumbling all over the presentation and mumbling to my knees. Needless to say he wasn't impressed.

I get that all the time. I have the information but what I can't do as of yet is translate everything into all that consultant-worthy jargon that doctors seem to be able to do. If there's one thing they don't teach us in medical school, it's how to not sound like a lay person. Which I sound like a lot. It's very frustrating because I am actuall making the effort to talk to surly parents, then gingerly ask these very busy-looking doctors if they could spare 10 minutes to listen to this hapless student present, only to mess it up and talk like a lay person. And at the end of it all have them tell me I need to improve and work on my presentation. I feel like I'm going nowhere.

It's been 6 weeks and while I think I have gotten better at clerking, my presentation skills remain static and unimproving. Which is probably worrying, seeing as our exams for this block will see us being marked mainly on presenting.

As a medical student you're really at the lowest possible rung of the food chain. You have no authority yet are expected to clerk and present 'like a doctor would' and get thrown into the shoes of one about to present to an impatient consultant who doesn't want to listen to you at all. Most parents/patients will let you clerk them but occasionally you get some snarky ones that just make you feel like shit, for the lack of a better description. Most F1s and SHOs/STs are friendly and helpful but it still takes guts to approach a busy person and bother them with trivial things like hearing you present, which they are under no obligation to do so.

This is why I hate being a medical student sometimes.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Oh England, what have you become?



You used to be core to my Enid Blyton-induced fantasies of boarding schools and travelling circuses, mystery and adventure, scones for tea and ices by the beach. Rag dolls and golliwogs in the playroom, bicycles in the shed down the garden. Midnight feasts and treasure islands, lacrosse games and innocent play during summer holidays. Fast friendships and respect for elders and one another.

Now I'm here, but I'm witnessing the breakdown of the family unit. Foster homes and social workers. Junk food for dinner whilst watching the most brain-dumbing reality shows. Tabloids stacked by the bedsides of teenage mums on the wards. Hoodied yobs complaining about the 'rich' while not doing anything to help themselves. A generation with deluded senses of self-entitlement.

And so the Georges and Timmys, Fattys, and Darrells grew up to become Barry Kents and Sharon Bottses.

Can't say I didn't see it coming.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What's After SPM?



I got to know about What's After SPM - a Malaysian book project from a friend's blog (and perhaps intermittently from links floating around the internet). I know I'm way past that stage, but what I found interesting was that I personally know at least 4 of the contributors (and possibly more). I have a surface understanding of what their lives are like now and it'll be interesting to see them pen down their chosen paths from their perspectives, along with the hundred other contributors.

It's retailing at RM19.90 at most major bookstore chains back home, including MPH The Spring. Someone reserve a copy for me when I fly home next summer? :)

Monday, August 8, 2011

So many things.

I want to comment on someone's photo, wish someone good luck or happy birthday, tell someone how much I admire and respect them, or just say hi.

But I don't.

I want to read up on today's teachings and sort out my notes (from last week too no less).

But I don't.

I want up upload the photos from Edinburgh. And probably Manchester from eons ago.

But I don't.

I want to sort out my accounts. Email people who need to be emailed.

But I don't.

I want to pick up the guitar and practice some scales. Buy a cable. Finish the book I'm 4/5 through. Look up a recipe.

But I don't.

I can't do anything while this vexed hole in my heart sits there.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

A'd like tae veesit Scotland ae day.







Ay 'ad a wee trip up nurth. Twas a-guid tayme, so 'twas.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Realization of the Night #2

I have not watched Harry Potter 7.2 yet.

What madness is this??? D: D: D:

How did it come to this?

Somewhere along the line I just stopped watching anime, downloading albums, following TV shows - I'd turned into some sort of attention-deficit hermit dependent on imageboards and funny-picture-aggregation websites for entertainment.

So anyway I started watching Hanasaku Iroha, which I'm enjoying very much. And stumbled upon some Iron Chef videos on Youtube (how did that happen? how?) and well. It did bring back many memories of my younger days (pass me the walking stick, thank you very much.)

The outrageous flamboyance. The dramatic way Kaga unveils the SECRET INGREDIENT! The epic background music (that was way before epicmealtime). The fact that Italy chef is dressed in the colours of the flag and holds a single tomato.

And of course the biting-into-pepper-and-grinning-like-a-manic scene.

It cracks me up. Every. Single. Time.

But I've come to realize one thing after watching HanaIro and Iron Chef.

I could never be a professional chef or cook.

I mean I do like making my own meals, but the stress of having to cook for strangers every day is a bit too much for me. Add on the time limit, the fact that money is on the cards (well they're paying you so you better damn well do a good job), presentation et al. All that pressure would just take the fun out of cooking.

Ok short rant over, back to 3/5 of the OMELETTO CHALLENGEEEEEEE