Second Volunteering

Today I did my second volunteering work at Standard Chartered Marathon KL 2013 and that is doing what I do best, as a doctor ๐Ÿ™‚ This first time involvement had left me with not only experience and new friends but also one unforgettable feeling. That is. Being able to do what I love and helping those particular group of people that kept me amazed, the runners ๐Ÿ™‚

I went there with 6 other friends of mine and we each assigned to one ambulance. That is to put in another word. One doctor per ambulance. I was horrified. With this embarrassing knowledge of mine and no working experience we were given a big responsibility. Why big? We never work alone without supervision. Yah, that’s why, no working experience had lead us thinking what had we put ourselves into (LOL)

But, all in all favor, we sucked it up and followed the team still. Praise the Almighty Allah swt, we did not encountered any severe cases. But still, Masha Allah…. there were few cases whom other doctors had attended to which were inferior MI (heart attack), heat stroke and severe dehydration. All these cases were brought to the hospital asap.

Cases that I met, mostly were just cramped lower legs. One of the runners I encountered was a 56 year old Chinese gentleman with cramps at both of his lower legs. I wrapped his legs with ice packs and applied some counterpain cream. ย I sat next to him and gently stretching his legs and move them about. Since it took quite sometime to relieved the cramping, I took the time to chat with him.

Now, I know, in previous posts I did told you I had problem with mingling. But, the best thing about being doctor is that mingling was spontaneous and there was no pressure to it. I called him ‘uncle’ (the best about being Malaysian is everybody in some sort of way related to each other, haha).

I sat crossed leg by his side, not minding other runners who stared at me like I was gonna dissect him (haha), massaging his calves and had a little chit chat. Questions I first asked was his age and he replied to me with a knowing laugh probably realising with that age he shouldn’t be running a 42km distance anymore which I find it wrong.

Now you see, that moment when a patient replied to you with a smile or laugh you just knew by then ‘you got him!’ After that question I started to ask more and the next thing I knew we were chatting like grandpa and grandchild talking to each other at kedai kopi. Haha. I was advising him to not push himself to run more since the cramping was too much and that if he continued it would get worst. But of course with a laugh he insisted on continuing which I didn’t forbid at all knowing that, if I was him I would continue still (but then again, I was stationed at km 30 and that means he still got another 12km to finish… -.-) He thanked me and bade me farewell, smiling with eyes partly closed (sepet) ย ๐Ÿ™‚

Anotherย runner came straight to me telling me that he had pain at the lateral side of the right knee. Now with this runner I had a little bit of fun where I did the knee examination ๐Ÿ™‚ I was concerned that he might hurt his lateral collateral ligament and therefore I gave him the advise accordingly and he listened tentatively, nodding understandingly and thanked me.

The one thing that hit me hard was when my team called me “DOCTOR”. I know, I know…typical for fresh medical graduates to feel like this but I had a flash back when I would feel happy and ambitious whenever I heard somebody is addressing or calling someone else a doctor. Back then it felt glorious and all cause I think doctor is so cool cos they help people etc etc etc. Now that I had that being called to me I felt like a bomb being dropped on my head. I didn’t really feel anything when family and friends called me that but with a complete stranger, it felt so burdened I insisted that they called me by my name. One of the raider then said, “tak boleh la doktor nak panggil nama bila dah tahu doktor ni doktor”. Ok waw, dude…not helping =.=

Another thing is, the team and Mr Jay, the person-in-charge of us doctors, was really generous and humble when they were talking to us. They addressed us as if we were the YB or minister when we were only jobless fresh graduates. Such courtesy yet to be seen in hospital where HO was treated as respectful and as humble as they did BUT being the HO him/herself treat others in such way.

Woah~ that was much of rattle I did which I find it rare. Anyway, this is definitely an unforgettable memory that I chose to re-live again in near future ๐Ÿ™‚

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Yes. The word itself bring shivers to my spine. I am very bad at this ‘activity’. If you put me in a place where I need to make new friends and make CONVERSATION with them I say I rather be at a job interview.

I hate the awkwardness. I’m not trying to be cocky or anything, it’s just that it is so super awkward that I would ask stupid questions and talk about something that would make it even more awkward and the new friend would look at me in a complete utter weirdness. Therefore sometimes I chose to be silent. I would keep my mouth shut all the time until people will come and talk to me instead.

It bugs me so much I once canceled on attending a fashion show that I’d won invites to. Silly huh? This situation didn’t include only to new friends, but also to old friends reunion. Sigh~

That is why, I turned down invites when it involves mingling with new friends and old mates whom I haven’t seen for years. Ohhh~ not just that, I also don’t do so well with friends who I am not too close with. Except when the meet up include a friend who is freaking friendly that he/she talks with everybody. Haha, I didn’t realize this until couple of days ago.

I know, I know… this is not something to be brag about but, this mingling thing…. It bugs me. Whenever I was forced into this kind of situation I would get so nervous on that day the thought of attending that event at that specific time cause me to sweat like crazy as if I was about to run a marathon. I would be so restless that sometimes I would make up reasons to not attend the event. Teruk huh?

That’s just so weird since I’m a doctor? No, it’s not. When it involves working that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Why? Easy. There’s no escape. Bahahahahaha. Get it?


Oh yah!

Officially turned 24 somewhere around this september. Oh God! I should have become more matured!! (apparently it is a loooong way to go before I hit maturity -.-)

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Yes, they said induction will be held on 7th of October this year. That accurate? Yeah, hearing myself saying that loudly sounds stupid but I’m not pinning any hopes cos you know why? Hoping endlessly for this part of my life to finally come true had changed me to being a cranky girl who’s constantly irritable with her house condition and couldn’t wait any longer to start working that the pre-working nervousness had drained out completely from herself. Herh!

All I did now is postponing my supposedly ‘study-to-refresh’ time, getting all hyped and excited anytime friends asked me out baking when I feel like to, and watching NCIS rerun like I just finished my exam. Urghhh~ Waiting sucks, right? I’m calculating still though… If my induction is to be held on that date which is for a week, tagging for a couple of weeks after and that will leave me with earning my salary on November! and God forbids if the hospital only gives the wages after 3 months of working. NOOOOOO!!!

Bad news is endless huh? and here I am planning what to do with my salary.