Bloody Saturday

6th September (Saturday) - Ever seen large amount of blood and smelled them? It smelled like meat, coppery and a little bit of iron, sickly sweet. Today is all about the crimson liquid of life. First of, bed-making and sponging. With CBI in tow. The patient's bladder isn't fully cleaned yet, so I still see crimson clots mixed with the irrigation.Then after helping the usual patients, it's back to call bell.
Let's see... Today I followed one of the prof, who is in a good mood. Because he talks in Cantonese only, I was shoved to the front lines. Squashing the fear inside me, I rushed after him and hoo-boy, he talks really fast. Even though my Cantonese/ Hokkien are poor, I managed to get catch some of the important key points. Discharge. 2-bedded. I wanted to confirm with him but he dashed off, thank goodness he told the TL so I double confirm with the TL and she said those were some of the orders. Alright, so into the report it goes. I followed him to another patient and he asked, "So girl, can you get all I'm saying?" And I replied honestly, "Prof, my Cantonese and Hokkien aren't very good/" Then he shrugged and said, "Well girl, you better learn fast because in KL, majority are Cantonese." Yeah, I know that, but for some dang reason, I can never grasp these two languages properly. But the patient patted me on the hand and said, "Don't worry, you'll learn."
Then we had to move a patient to an air mattress, because we're super shorties, we climbed on top of the bed and transferred the patient safely. He took a look at one of the other staff nurse and went, "You're also Chinese?" And the staff nurse shook her head, "No, sir, I'm Sabahan. She-" She gestured at me. "Is 100% pure Chinese." And the patient was happy, cause he have someone to talk to. (I think he forgotten about me cause there was one time I tidied his bed for him.)
Then I went to helped out with some other nurses cause there were several patients who are Mandarin/ Cantonese speaking, yeah, finally I'm becoming useful in the ward. :) Before I left for the day, I handled a patient who was rather depressed. Poor girl. I won't say much but everything I asked her, she just answered in a flat monotone, and she kept insisting on going home. I'm so worried about her that I even followed her into the washroom just to make sure she don't do anything crazy. Believe me, the way she answered me sounds like she's willing to do something, which is exactly why I followed her in. The Sister even asked me to make sure her room window is locked and close just in case. Poor girl. She also lost so much of blood.
Looks like once shift work, i'll no longer be free. I got tons of alternate mornings and noons, depending on the placement, I might not have enough time to regularly update anymore.