Tuesday, 23 April 2013

bye2 paeds.dont understand why people call this dept pedo.sounds wrong.

Rarely a facebook status caught my attention. But one did today. 

This is what it said roughly..

Don't complain too much if I keep on updating my status about the general election. Since it's a thing that comes once in five years. In which it will decide our future. 

I didn't complain about your statuses of food, kpop and football all year round, did I? 

To those people I say, Padaaaan!!

Honestly, I like going to facebook for current updates of what's going on with the world. Reading people's reaction and opinions of what's going on is healthy because you've got to know two sides of opinions usually. I would rather read these things on facebook rather than those aimless statuses of what  people are having for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I have Instagram for that, thank you.

Anyway, Paeds are over. Time for Ortho.*waving sadly to Paeds department*

Thursday, 4 April 2013

Tough day.

I saw a 10-year-old kid with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy today and my heart just broke. The reaction from the mother when she's being told there's no cure for her little boy was heart-breaking.I saw her eyes red and the tears she was trying to hold, not wanting her boy to see that she was sad. Then, she put on a brave smile and thanked the doctor who was seeing her kid. That was more heartbreaking than a korean drama ever will be.

I saw a 1-year-old kid with microcephaly with global developmental delay, hypertonic cerebral palsy and convulsion, today.. and again my heart just broke. He is small for his age, dozing off on his mother's lap. We measured his head circumference, tried to elicit reflexes but he continued to sleep without any care in the world. Yet the mother, the father and his big sister stood beside us, attentively listening and answering any questions being asked. We pondered on the future this kid will have and we are at loss. 

I don't want to be a doctor and lose my sympathy towards others. I don't want to see a case just because it's  interesting and not taking any lesson learnt from it. I am scared if one day, God forbid,  I lose my ability to empathize and to sympathize just because I am used to it. 

Like when you see a cadaver for the first time, it was such a huge deal. When I first entered the dissection hall, my heart was pounding, my eyes were on fire (because of the formalin, never get used to it. I even took my exam with eyes all watery due to the organs being dipped with excessive formalin) . My first year of medical school, I was seeing cadavers everyday. Even did dissection on them for countless of time. Then it became normal to me. A routine. Sometimes, I did wonder, this person I was dissecting on was once a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother to someone else. (My table's cadaver was a woman, for most of the time). It was tough seeing your table mate slapping your cadaver's behind and went off laughing. 

Anyhooooo, good night!