Finger Blisters

Farid was playing with my hand the other day when he noticed the blister I had on my middle finger of my right hand and he went, "What's this baby?"

My work requires me to be writing like almost 90% of the time, that is when we are not taking blood or examining patients. We have to write to document every single tiny bit that happens daily as this work deals with life and trust me, you wouldn't want to screw that up.

I've always had this habit of writing with compressing my pen against my middle finger and in the end there will be this blister that will never go away :( . I used to have this during my student days when I had to a a thousand word essay but it has been some time that it has been gone.

Oh well, I guess it would just be a part of me as long as I am working, which means a looooooong way to go.

To Love

Is to accept
To understand
To learn

To love is to be able to cry
When you're at the highest point in life
And to laugh
When you're down below

To love is to hold
Each fond memories
Till time grows you old
And senile and forgetful

To love is to cherish
Each other's company
As long as both shall live
Till eternity

To love to to able to let go
When the time comes
And realise that life only takes you so far
Then there's eternity

Of Being A Doctor - so far

Time flies, so they say. It has been almost 6 weeks since I am officially called Dr. The first few times people actually call me that, I actually cringe and felt really awkward. Seeing my name being written with the title in front of it makes it all look surreal.

The first week of work was rather smooth. Slowly, I began to love my work. I praise to God that up to this very moment I have not regretted my decision into becoming a doctor. Seeing my patients smile, and some of them even said thank you and remembered me when passing by around the hospital makes me think. "At least I am making a change and touching people's life."

But I do feel tired and exhausted at times. My whole body aches, I get leg cramps almost every single night, and I dream of managing patients! It is pathetic, I know, but sometimes I cannot help but wonder if I could have done something better during my duty.

Having a friend to talk to is more than important to get you through the day. Yes, I have Farid, but we decided not to go into the same ward as it will be difficult to ask for leave. So I am gladly stuck with Aneesah, a partner in crime and Milo drinker almost every single day! Having her around makes the day bearable. Apart of having other new friends who have the same wavelength, it is just awesome!!

A few days back I received my first pay. Surreal, I thought. All this while I wondered how it would feel to be spending your own money, and trust me, it felt good :) I treated mama, bapak, Aty, Abg Pit and Kak Rosha for lunch and my in-law's family for dinner on our post-call day. Spent quite a bit, but definitely worth it.

If I were to summarise my feeling of working, it is simple - I love it. And I thank God for making me have a strong heart and supporting friends. I pray that this enthusiasm will last a lifetime, insyaAllah :)