Twin-tastic

3rd December (Wednesday) - Okay, I'm trying very hard to ignore all the bad things that kept coming at me, but people just don't seem to want to let me off the hook that easily, huh. Even til now, people are teasing me about the TUPPERWARE incident, cause as they put it, "It's very funny." I'm never going to live it down, am I? =.=
I got sent to down there to help out due to having a whopping total of 21 patients. I knew there's going to big trouble, because mainly it's the TL. Ugh, I should've known. They are all downstairs girls so I'm in their territory now. I am able to handle Cardiac and Obs and Gynae alright, but here is mainly all bones, fractures, auto-immune and spinals with a combination of Renal. I even met a really weird lady who is really obese with layers and layers of her skin folded everywhere, with  rheumatoid arthritis and who's slightly deaf. No matter how many times I told her we (the attendant and I) had cleaned her, together with applying her Aqueous Cream as she requested, but she kept saying, "No, you didn't." The attendant was so pissed to the point where she told me in a low voice, as I tried to explain to her, over and over again, "Stop wasting your time with her. We got many more patients to attend to." I can't do anything except to just carry on my work, giving her a final wipe and cream, made her comfortable and left.
All the bed-makings were done in a blur as I quickly went for my breakfast after assisting a prof in blood-taking. Then I was ordered to start observation. After several attempts of looking at the wrong places, I finally located the thermometer. Back upstairs, I just open the bottom drawer and I find everything,  Here, I open the bottom drawer and find nothing. Ugh, anyway, I was about to start my observation when this tall guy appeared out of nowhere and held me by the arm and said, "Come follow me do my rounds." Oh, a prof, and he's really tall too, as tall as my friend, again. Sigh... Why am I surrounded by six footers? Must be in their genes to grow super tall.
Anyhow, I carried two of his patients folders and both of them had the same diagnosis, so it's exactly the same orders. No need for me to crack my head. But the crazy part came when he suddenly said, "Follow me to my two other patients." What? I maybe blur in this ward, but I certainly saw the board and only saw two. Ohhh, he got new admissions. But why two of the same people? Then as he did his review, they are actually twins, with the same diagnosis. Oh my. The shorter of the twin is the older one, whereas the older-looking one is the younger sister. Wow, these days modern siblings are often the older one looking like the younger one, whereas the younger looking one looks like the elder one. Same goes for my friend, she looks like the younger sister whereas her younger brother looks like an older brother for being very tall and grown up looking. To cut the long story short, I ended up being with the prof for nearly two whole hours as he did his review on each twin, taking the assessment and getting consents from each parents. By the time I rushed my report writing on all of his patient, my shift had ended.
But wait, before I left, I got a call from physio that asked me whether the patient is ready for her physio or in dialysis, so I went to check on the patient and  found her not in the room, so I checked the bathroom and the poor lady was in a commode chair, trying to get out. Okay, this is how our conversation goes.

Lady : God's Grace, Sister, you finally came.
Me : Are you alright, madam?
Lady : No, I'm not. I pressed the call bell more than three times and NOBODY came. What's wrong, Sister? Why no one came?
Me : Are you sure you pressed the bell, madam? Cause nothing rang outside.
Lady : What??? Oh my goodness, the call bell inside must not been working. Sister, could you please help me up onto my bed? I had been waiting in here for more than 30 minutes. Sigh, I should've never asked the other girl to leave.
Me : Don't worry, madam, I'll help you right now.
Lady : You sure are small, Sister. Are you sure you can carry me?
Me : Don't worry, madam. I can manage.

*Few minutes later*

Lady : Wow, you really are strong. Tell me, Sister, how did you know I was in here?
Me : Why, the physio called. They are asking whether you want your physio or not.
Lady : Ohh, God's Grace. I must thank the physio for sending you to find me.
Me : I think it is God who send the physio the message to me to check on you.
Lady : Mmm, yes, you could be right Sister. Nevertheless, I must thank the physio.
Me : Okay, so what time do you want them to come?
Lady : Evening will do, Sister. And thanks for finding me. Otherwise I'll be stuck there for an hour before anyone comes in to check on me.

And that pretty much concludes the whole shift for today.