15th November (Saturday) - Oh, yesterday was nuts. All our old patients came back, from Datin, to uncle (Not our long term uncle, another one), to the chemo lady whom was supposed to return to Singapore, and a child whom I met briefly once. Must be a reunion for meeting all of our regular patients. Hmm.
Then with tons of operating cases, we were all rushing again... And we got tons of heavy care, not critical patients. The uncle with the Gary snail, today he was nicer, and I was praying hard that he will be able to eat something so that we don't have to set more Kabiven for him, no luck. I went in with the prof and he said, it's impossible cause he's not taking enough, even though he's taking orally. Liquid or pureed diet only, but with only few cups of water and milo, it's really poor. Too bad for him, prof ordered another 2 bags of Kabiven for him. Oh well, poor uncle with the Gary snail. (Names are highly confidential, so hence the long name)
After confirming all of prof's orders, I went back to do my report and suddenly he came back and ask me where I lived (I misheard as lift, how embarrassing). The senior girls joked whether the prof is trying to stalk me and he joked back by saying he wanted to take me out for a meal. o.o I think I may have blushed red due to embarrassment and the senior girls (still joking) cry out the unfairness. In my mind, I thought I was pretty pathetic, but assisting him smoothly in his Latex drain removal made him happy, I guess.
While I was about to write his report, another prof came, so I didn't have a choice but to follow him, since no one wanted to. After he discharged his patient, I quickly settle the discharge patient first from A to Z. Once done, I ran to the billing department and oh, the prof is there, filling in his charges. He saw me and asked whether I'm sending folders for discharge and I answered yes. Then he asked me whether I speak Mandarin and I answered yes. Then he went on a long conversation with me. To put it short, he's offering me a job to be his PA. These are the reactions that flooded my mind.
Confusion, shock, pleased, curious, stunned.
What he offered is wonderful, but unfortunately, it's located at Ampang, and passing by there few times to go to KLCC, I know the wrong time can cause a massive 1 to 2 hour jam. And deep down, I know that I'm still considered a newbie, or junior staff since it has only been past 3 months since I entered here. Sadly, with a heavy heart, I had to turn down his offer because if I go there now, there'll be many weird cases that I had never seen, and I'll end up dragging him down. Gently and politely, I turned his offer down, but requested that if he can wait for me for one year, then I might re-consider to join him. He was nice and answered that whenever I feel like it, I can just ask him and he'll offer me once more. I know people often say there's always a second chance, but sometimes, in reality, you only have one chance to take the stage. But I have to stay positive.
Moving on to the next day, I just came in, not even at the start of my shift and I get yelled by the Sister: For not taking the next ward CD when I went to collect my patient yesterday. She demanded to know why, and half-groggy from sleep, I managed to answer I took the CD by accident but the staff at CT scan told me not to take it, only to take what is mine and leave. If I had taken the CD and it happened to get scratched or cracked along the way, I would've been responsible. A nice uncle concierge who had helped me saw the incident and backed me up. But the Sister did not soften and she snapped at me and told me, next time, if you see anything belonging to any of the ward, just take the darn thing and hand it over. Calm down, calm down. At least I know what to do next time. I'm not sure how long I can keep this up.
Speaking of which, I think I'm getting into my hypoglycaemic attack. I don't know, yesterday when I was at CT scan, the uncle said I was shivering and looking really sweaty, as though I'm going to topple at any moment. But I assured him I was fine, but while I was doing a big dressing for my patient, she said I looked really pale, as in sickly pale. After doing her dressing (It was fun and challenging, involving normal saline mixed with iodine, and wrapping with thick gamgee cotton wools and incopad sheets because she is allergic to plasters), my colleague commented to me as well that I don't look peachy. For some reason, I felt really flushed and clammy, not to mention I felt another painful gastric coming, but I'm not allowed to have my lunch til I finish the observation. The uncle pitied me and ordered me to eat but I can't, if it's the TL's orders, then I have to do it. Not good, not good at all. Thank goodness I kept my emergency supplies of Horlicks in my bag so I was able to get some sugar back into me. I got asked whether I'm Diabetic Type 1 but I assured him, so far I'm not.
Well, that's it. What an eventful two days, and now, after working for 10 days non-stop, I can finally have a nice day off.
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