2nd December (Tuesday) - Okay, the melted Tupperware incident has been exaggerated. First thing I stepped in, there are people telling me that there was a fire, some said that there was an explosion, some said that the plug overheated. Looks like the news spread like wildfire.Although not many people knew it was me, but the issue went over to the Matron, whom I confessed my story to, like confessing to a priest about my sins. Luckily, she wasn't breathing fire at me, but she firstly asked whether I got burnt from the incident. Well, my lungs aren't feeling too good, I still feel like whooping cough, but not too bad. She then asked me how did I exactly heat up the microwave and I told her how I heated it up, by hitting the WEIGHT DEFROST BUTTON and then jabbing 10 SEC rapidly to get the minutes that I wanted. Then she asked how the attendant taught me the method which caused the entire thing to melt. I showed how that she taught me to press AUTO MINUTE. "Well, that certainly explains it. What you did was correct, you should never auto minute. No wonder why the heat is so high." The Matron then said it's better for us not to use the microwave for a while, even though I managed to save it. Well, better to be safe than sorry.
Sigh, I got a lecture from the Sister cause she said that any NEURO or ORTHO cases should be by BED. I checked the memo and it doesn't says NEURO, not specifically it says any operation that hinderance movements. Good grief, they had to use weird words in BM, instead of saying spine or head surgeries.
Okay, I'm not taking care of Datin today, but I said hi to her family today as they passed by the counter. I did met the nice lady teacher though. I helped her in her sponging and she looks much better compared to the first and second post-op days. I wished the CI would stop pointing out our mistakes in front of the patients out loud. It really makes the patients think twice about letting us care for them, can't she whisper or something? Or say it in private? = . =
I seemed to have become famous with all of the patients because I stick out like a sore thumb, especially with some super fussy patients who can't seem to grab the idea that I can't just simply change your chest tube. Unless you want to go back down and get poke again... The husband and wife just don't understand us. We can flush it a little, but no CHANGING. *mutter mutter*
I followed a prof who specializes in neurosurgery and well, he's super funny. His patient is a super tall guy, well, as tall as my friend. 187 cm with a weight of 138 kg. But he doesn't look big. Really. I guess that's why most tall people have the advantage (Lucky ducks). I tried to keep a straight face but he's too funny, the way he keeps making cartoony movements with his risks of the back surgery, and he even make jokes like the surgery is nothing major, well, it could be minimal or open as he said. Ohhh, I kept turning my face to stop laughing and kept my eyes fixed on the folder so that I don't see his face that is making me laugh. He's one of the type of profs that makes you happy go lucky when you're with him. I know one other prof who has that effect on people. No names allowed. Strictly confidential.
Did I mention that once you start a job, it's impossible to stop? Cause no one will help you. It's a cruel, cruel world out there, and you have to work fast if you want to go back home on time. Sigh... I hope the microwave gets fixed. I'm (and Datin) are feeling really guilty about the whole mess.
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