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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Be thankful peeps!

I'm sure you've heard of the saying which goes " You won't appreciate what you have until you lost them". Which is so true.

But for this one man, whom I met this morning, that is not the case. Now, it is not that he is not being thankful. It is not that he is being ungrateful. But how is one suppose to appreciate something that one has never even has in the first place?

This man is born deaf. His mom had got infected with rubella when she was pregnant of him, and hence, he was born with only 5% hearing ability. His mother blamed herself for her only child's deafness (she refused to have rubella injection when she was young). But, this man, this brave man, does not feel that anyone is to be blamed for this. And certainly, not his mother.

Without his mother, he would not even be brought to this world.

He might not know what the sounds of birds gaily chirping early in the morning sounds like.

He might not be able to know what rain sounds like.

He does not even know what his own voice sounds like. (He can speak, but he can't hear himself talking. So, he is never sure if he say things correctly. Just imagine, how frustrating will that be?)

Despite all that, he is a one happy man. Heck, i think he looks even happier than me! That smile on his face never fade away, not even when he was telling us his sad story.

In fact, he said that his deafness makes him become a more positive person. He learns to look life at different perspectives.

This jovial man makes me think. He makes me appreciate more of what I have. The list of ni'mah that Allah has showered to us is endless, but how often do we thank Him for that? We always tend to take things for granted. Especially the little things. In fact, now I think of it, there is no such thing as 'little' things. None of His ni'mah can be considered as small. If you try to think about it,

if you don't have the eyelashes, you will certainly ended up having recurrent eye infection due to the continuous exposure to dust

if you break one of your thumb (or even a small cut will do!), you won't be able to write. Even eating or holding stuffs will be difficult.

if one of your nostril is blocked, you won't be able to breathe in as good as you should.

And the list goes on and on. They may sound simple, but this simple things lead to some other bigger things, which in the end, will have a huge impact on our lives.

Haish. We whine to much (or maybe not 'we'. Maybe I am the only one that whines too much). It is time to be thankful with what we have.

p/s: this is why i love medicine. It makes me appreciate life more. And obviously makes me think of Him, Allah Al Mighty more =)

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Mental Health Hotline

Got this joke about Mental Health Hotline from the staffs at Swallownest. You might not be able to appreciate the joke if you are non-medics. Huhu. Sorry for the discrimination. Hehe. Oh well, all of my posts have been related to medicine anyway. Copy and pasted this joke which i thought was quite funny (ie i did not write the jokes ok. nanti ada plak issue copyright. huhu) And by all means, i did not mean to make fun of those with mental health problems. huhu.

Hello, welcome to the mental health hotline.

If you have obsessive compulsive disorder, press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have multiple personality syndrome, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you suffer from paranoid schizophrenia, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transfered to the mothership.

If you are hearing voices, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are manic depressive, it doesn't matter which button you press. No one will answer anyway.

If you are dyslexic, press 96969696969696.

If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the pound button until a representative comes on the line.

If you have post traumatic stress disorder, slowly and carefully press 911.

If you have bi-polar disorder, please leave a message after the beep. Or before the beep. Or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.

If you have short term memory loss, please press 9. If you have short term memory loss, please press 9. If you have short term memory loss, please press 9.

If you have low self esteem, please hang up. All our representatives are busy.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Home sweet home

Home, is where my heart is.

"Papa dah pergi tempat emergency. Tempat Aliaa nak 'kerja' tu. Papa dah jumpa doktor2 kat situ" Aww. The ever so caring papa. He had helped me a LOT for my upcoming placement. Sayaaaaaaaaang dia bangat. huhu.

"Tengah buat apa? Hari ni tak 'kerja' ke?" Soalan favourite mama. hehe. Everytime I called, she will ask me that question. Despite the fact that it is the weekends, she never failed to ask me that question. hehe. 'Oh ye, 'kerja' is referring to my clinical attachment. Hehe.

"Abang Amir pakai kasut saiz 7 1/2 tau. Ingat, ada 1/2 kat belakang!" Kak Lisa with her constant reminder. hahahah.

" Dah beli lum kasut Clarks Abang Amir?" Abg Amir with his soalan wajib. Very d very concern bout his kasut Clarks. hahaha. If not on the fon, then tru ym via yana. Haha.

"Aqef beli toys je la. Adam pon beli toys. Baju dah banyak. Beli toys yang boleh gigit-gigit" Pesanan Elly utk hadiah anak2 comelnya. Hehe. She never asked for anything for herself nowadays. Since dah dapat anak, i guess anak comes first.

"Halluuuu beb. Ok bye" Eza. hahahahha. Gediks tak gediks? Roomie, shud i be expecting a new comfy bed this summer? ngehehehe.

" Benci IB!!! (or IT or Maths or apa2 yang sewaktu dengannya)" Hahahahha. Ok, to be fair, now that she has finished IB, i guess she won't be saying that anymore. Hehe. Izyan oo izyan. Hihi

"Dah beli belum hp yana?" Mek yana who is still undecided which hp to buy! Hehehe.

"Halu. Makcik Aliaa. Aqef ni" Mohd's umpteenth attempt to immitate suara aqef yang tak menjadi. Hahahah. Try again some other day pak mad. Hehe.

Sayup-sayup kat belakang, i can hear either suara Aqef merengek or menangis or mengira, or suara Adam menangis. Heheh.

That's how the conversation will sound like everytime i call home. Hehe.

Haish. One big happy family that i miss SO much. One big happy family that i will be going home to in a few more weeks time, insyaAllah. Haish. Kerinduan yang keamatan kot.



My kitchen. Ni je gambar rumah yang ada kat i rupenye. Huhu. Ni pon cilok from my sis's fs. Haha.


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Saturday, June 7, 2008

My GP placement.

"You'll either love it or hate it"

That's what they all said about GP placement. And I for sure am LOVING it!

Interestingly, I find myself enjoying this placement very much. Maybe it is because of the fact that I don't have to spend my weekdays over there. I know it is more of a psychology-thingy i guess, but it is true. I feel much better knowing that i am able to go home everyday. They can detain me for long hours in the clinic, yet, i still will go home with a smiling face. Because I know i will be going home to to familiar faces and will be able to bunk in my own comfy zone everyday. That makes a lot of difference.

Despite the fact that i have to wake up early in the morning to catch a bus from the West St to interchange, and then from interchange to swallownest, i am not complaining. In fact, i quite enjoy doing that. I love having to breathe in the fresh morning air. Everything is so calm, so serene. Not forgetting the lovely sceneries that my eyes get to devour on, all the way to Swallownest. Seeing the wild yellow dandelions basking proudly under the sun, covering almost every inch of hills in this one particular area in Rotherham, just takes my breath away.

All of the staffs in Swallownest are extremely friendly and helpful. Maybe that's what that makes me enjoy my placement more. And i kind of like the idea of going to patients' houses, to treat those who are house-bound. Those who are too ill to get out of the house to walk to the clinic. To see the strong relationship between doctors and their patients just amazed me. Its amazing to see how much the patients actually confide to their GPs. They trust them, respect them and some of them even spoil their GPs with gifts and chocolates! hehe. Now, it is not that i want to be a GP so that i can receive chocolates from patients. Hehe. Don't get me wrong. I just love the bond that is build between them. Patients are not merely treated as a patient. They are treated as a whole. A human being. And this is something that you rarely find within the hospital settings.

I got to see the patients at their houses by myself every now and then. And oh my, they can go on and on and on talking about every bits and bobs about their life. What was meant to be a formal visit ( i was meant to take their medical history from them) always turned out to be a friendly tea party! hehe.

Oh well, it is about to come to its end now. I only have another week left for this placement. Then, i have a week on Personality and Professional Development ( i am not sure how the med school is going to make us a professional within a week!hehe). Then I am to Paris for 3 days. And last but not least, i am off to Malaysia!! Yay. Then i have to do 4 weeks of A&E in General Hospital KL. To be honest, i am quite freaked out bout this. To do attachment in Malaysia is something totally new to me. Not sure if i will be able to handle it. Hopefully i will! huhu.

Monday, May 26, 2008

missing him loads!


he is unbearably cute..huhu


"Ayah" "Lori" "Cici (ie makcik!hehe)

Heheh. Those were among the words that blurted out of his mouth this afternoon. Finally, i got to hear him talk! Haish. Aqef Iman..why do you have to be so cute!? Missing you LOADS. can't wait to see you this summer holiday, eventhough i think i will be alienated by him as he might see me as a stranger. huhu. nyways, i still can't wait to go home!! weee~

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Nursing home..

Dr Holmes brought me to a nursing home last Tuesday. I've never been to one before, but to be frank, I always had an ugly picture of it in my mind. And mind you, now that i've been there and witnessed it with my very own eyes, i am afraid i have to say the ugly picture that i had in my mind is true after all. It is an ugly place to live in. Not ugly, as in figuratively ugly. Huhu. But literally speaking, i would never want my parents to ended up there one day. If i live long enough, this is a vow that i am going to make to myself.

I found the visit quite depressing. To start with, the first patient that i saw just passed away. 20 minutes ago, she was talking, breathing and fine. The next 2o minutes, she was pale and stone cold. She was gone. Just like that.

The only thing that popped up in my mind back then was fear. Not that i fear of dead bodies (I was left alone with her body for a few minutes while the doctor and nurse ran out of the room to get gloves. uhuh)

I fear of death. Knowing that the clock is ticking, but the good deeds that i have done is too little if compared to my mountain-high sins.

Nothing is guaranteed in this life.

You are not guaranteed to have a successful life.

You are not guaranteed to have a blissful wedded life.

You are not guaranteed to have a continuous prosperous health and wealth.

Heck, you are not even guaranteed the next breath!

If He wants to take it from you, then He will take it from you. Cry all you want. Run as fast as you can. Fight as hard as you like. But if He wants to make things happen, then He will make things happen. Kun Fayakun..

Anyway, regarding the nursing home..

Obviously, the residence of the nursing home are the elderly. Old and crippled. Left all alone to die in the nursing home.

My heart was ripped even just to see them.

Everyone was sitting in the living room. The television is on, but nobody seems to care with what's going on with the world anymore. Why would anyone care who's going out with who or whats hot on movies right now or whatnot. Nobody seems to be interested to talk. Everyone just slumped in the huge armchair and stared out of the window. Silence. Pure silence. You could drop a bomb in the centre of the room, but i doubt a muscle will even twitch. The emptiness look in their face just strangled my emotion. I was choked by my own emotion..

Their bedrooms. Oh god. That even saddens me more. Some of them are too tired or too ill to move out of the bed, so they rested in their room instead. Their fragile body lie frailly on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling. Most of them, in fact, i think all of them, have pictures of their children and even grandchildren proudly standing on the bedside table. My aching heart flickered, 'Where are they? How can they live their mother or father to live all by his/herself in a nursing home?"

They are weak. Fragile. Half of their memory is gone. They can't eat as much. They can't talk as much. They can't even wash themselves! There's nothing much that they can do but to lie around. As if waiting for their time to come. And this just reminds me of this verse from Surah Yaasin.

" Dan sesiapa yang kami panjangkan umurnya, Kami kembalikan kepada asal kejadiannya (serba lemah) ; mengapa mereka tidak memikirkan?" Surah Yaasin: 68





Sunday, May 4, 2008

A small token of advice for my sister =)

This post especially goes to my little sister (even tho u are not that LITTLE anymore, but u r still little to me! ehhe).

Nur Ili Izyan Romli

The anxiousness. The sweaty palms. The churning stomach. The dry mouth. The restlessness. The racing heart. Argh, I know these feeling. And oh-i-hate-them so! The so-called exam syndrome, which i am sure everyone despise. hehe. If you are having either one (or even all!) of these symptoms, fret not dearie. You are considered to be a normal mortal. hehe.

IB exam is this coming Wednesday, ait? Til 23 May rite? Mama and papa has been fussing me to give u a call to give u motivation for this exam. Everytime i call home, they would pester me to call u. Haha. I know ive rang u yesterday, and gave u some advice ( that is if u can call them advice! hehe). And i doubt u will even have the time to even read this post of mine. But i am still going to write it anyway.

You can do it, girl. I know you can. Mama & papa know you can. Kak sa, Elly, Eza, Yana and even pak mad know you can. And most importantly, even YOU know you can. We've seen how you work before this. You, bab study ni, memang i pon kalah kot. hehe. No doubt, insyaAllah, Allah will help you to get through this. He had even helped you to glide through the 2 horrifying years (thats how uve been describing it. hehe) in KMB. So, just pray and pray more, mek, that He will help you still for the exams.

If you think you can't do it, then you are wrong. Like i've said on the phone, the majority of the IB students managed to pass the exams. And we are no different than you. You have what we have. And we have what you have. There is nothing that we have more or less than you. We've made it to UK, and so can you beb. So can you =)

Just believe in yourself. Usaha selagi mana mampu.

I always remember back when i was in my early teens, if i complain kata

"Papa, paper maths tu susah gila.huhu"

He will always reply

"Mana ada paper yang susah. Tak susah. Cuma mencabar je."

Maybe that's not his exact words, but the essence is there. You get what i mean don't u. And believe it or not, that helps me a lot. Nothing is difficult. Challenging maybe. But not difficult. A challenge is something that we can counter. It is something that we HAVE to counter. If we think of it as a challenge, we will automatically push ourselves to the very limit to try to get through it kan? But, if we think of it as a difficulty, we might see it as an obstacle. An obstacle which might bring us down, hence hindering us from getting what we would like to achieve. That's just my interpretation of his saying though. hehe.

I know how Maths subject is haunting u up til now. So, if you find one of the papers to be challenging, don't let it get into you. You still have two more papers to sit for. Just don't let your feelings to conquer you ok mek? Even if you feel like you can't go on no more, just stop. Take a deep breath. And remember that Allah is always there for you. No matter what. Cry if you must. That helps me a lot. hehe. Cry and plea all you want. If you find the whole world pushing you down to your knees, then believe me sister, you are in the best position to pray. So pray and plea to Him all you want. For now, papa or mama or even me can't even do anything to help you. He is the one and solely help that you have. And believe me, He listens..

I wish for nothing but for the very best for you, izyan. I sincerely hope you and mek eza will be joining me here next year. we can have a mini romlis reunion here then! heheheh. How lovely will that be! yay!!! hehe.

Ok la. All the best, dear. You know we all love you. So tak yah stress stress ok. heheh. =)



Muaaaahh. Huggsss. Rinduuuu.


Signing off,
Your sister who can't wait for the summer break,
Aliaa