Dear Oreos...

I have no idea why people would regard us doctors as superhumans. We breathe the same air, walk on the same ground, exposed to the same microorganism. We swear out loud, we fart, we pee, we procreate, we reciprocate…

There are doctors who get divorced, get cancers, are smokers, alcoholics, who get depressed and commit suicide. There are doctors who wear glasses, even eye doctors. Not all have the hour-glass figure like Beyonce or macho studs like Calvin Klein models.

We have flaws…too.

When doctors get sick, patients always act surprised. Eh, dokter pun boleh sakit ke?? And this usually drives me up the wall. Even the computers need disk clean-up and defragmentation or whatever they call it, from time to time. Being among the sick, we in the medical line are actually more exposed to all kind of sickness. Remember the Bird’s Flu?? A lot of medical personnel died including the doctor who discovered the virus.

We are not six-million-dollar-man or Bionic woman or the immortals like the Elves in Lord of the rings.

We are not perfect…

We just don’t show them while at work. We were trained to be professional, and to act like one. Otherwise, how can a person trust his or her life in the doctors’ hands. A split decision can make a huge difference.

So, we have feelings, we get sick, we get angry, we get upset… we get emotional breakdowns…

We are just human… so please treat us like one.



Marina