The Calling of Nangka...
Yesterday was my first call as a registrar. I was scared shit...
It was like going thru another exam, without the proper black and white written questions or nerve wrecking ticking minutes of waiting to be summoned to face the examiners. Being the registrar is equivalent to being a junior specialist where one makes own decision in managing a patient. At this level, mistakes are intolerable and unforgivable. Especially stupid ones.
The day before my first call, I was down with flu and fever. I was coughing my lungs out. My nose was blocked, so had to breathe thru my mouth. I looked like a blowfish. The anti-histamines and cough suppressant really knocked me out. I slept like a log the whole night. My sputum was yellow. I was coughing out pus.
The next morning, with the same dose of medications, I was praying hard not to misjudge or err carelessly. Can’t blame it on the meds, can i? As I got out from the car, I felt groggy, lost my balance and GEDEBUK… fell on the tar-coated road, with a thud, which sounded like a very, very ripe nangka. Luckily, there was no one around. My right knee was grazed and bled. I was still able to walk without a limp though. I think my ego was more bruised than my kneecap at that very moment. But a gal gotta do, what a gal gotta do. Work!!
What a way to start the first call…
It was like going thru another exam, without the proper black and white written questions or nerve wrecking ticking minutes of waiting to be summoned to face the examiners. Being the registrar is equivalent to being a junior specialist where one makes own decision in managing a patient. At this level, mistakes are intolerable and unforgivable. Especially stupid ones.
The day before my first call, I was down with flu and fever. I was coughing my lungs out. My nose was blocked, so had to breathe thru my mouth. I looked like a blowfish. The anti-histamines and cough suppressant really knocked me out. I slept like a log the whole night. My sputum was yellow. I was coughing out pus.
The next morning, with the same dose of medications, I was praying hard not to misjudge or err carelessly. Can’t blame it on the meds, can i? As I got out from the car, I felt groggy, lost my balance and GEDEBUK… fell on the tar-coated road, with a thud, which sounded like a very, very ripe nangka. Luckily, there was no one around. My right knee was grazed and bled. I was still able to walk without a limp though. I think my ego was more bruised than my kneecap at that very moment. But a gal gotta do, what a gal gotta do. Work!!
What a way to start the first call…
posted by marina at 10:34 PM
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