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A Singaporean girl who graduated from a Medical College in the UK and currently working as a doctor, spending most of my years abroad burying myself amongst medical books, speaking Queen's English and trying to adapt to life in Britain. But I still remain a true blue Singaporean who loves my plate of char kway teow and enjoys the sense of closeness when speaking "Singlish" to my fellow countrymen. Why "The Chinese Doctor"? Because that's what my patients call me since they don't know my name!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Had a busy cum frustrating day at the hospital. Everything went well until I went to clerk a patient. Had quite a problem getting him to tell me things, and he denied that he had any past medical problems, but when I searched the medical notes...manz...did he REALLY have a list of them.

Sometimes, I wonder if doctors don't explain well or don't bother to explain the diagnosis to patients and make them aware of what medications they are taking, or if the problem lies with the patients..since they probably find it too difficult to understand and as a result, just do what they are told by the doctor and leave the hospital without a damn clue abt what actually was the reason for their hospitalisation.

I guess that's a big major difference abt Asian patients and Caucasian patients. Caucasians are super curious abt anything, and they will make an effort to remember medical terminologies and understand their disease and drug therapies. It makes things so much easier for doctors as they won't have to start from scratch searching for all the past medical history of the patient from the notes. Imagine what a nightmare it'll be for the doc if the patient is a frequent guest for donkey years in the hospital, to search for every single medical history. *rolls eyes*

I must give credit to the patient for letting me take his history and examine him, even though he wasn't very friendly. I wonder if it's because I'm a medical student. Will things change when I become a doctor?

Also, I do not understand why some patients, especially the elderly, are so stubborn with their medications, and allowing the doctors to do their job smoothly. It is damn frustrating and delaying the doctor's job will just mean extra stay in the hospital. Don't these people dislike staying in the freaking hot hospital (I think it's still acceptable if u're in Class A wards)? Why can't they just comply to make things so much easier for both themselves and the staff?

It does take a lot of patience to handle these troublesome patients, and I can't help reminding myself how hot-tempered I am and how much I must tolerate all these when I start working officially.

Got really irritated by a nurse in the ward today too. He was speaking so darn loudly, and I'm sure everyone can hear his grumbles in the ward. I was busy reading the case notes, and his voice just caused so much distraction to me, that I was really tempted to turn back and tell him off to lower his volume. But being a lowly medical student, I had to hold back (I'm sure I will tell him off if I'm a doctor) and only ended up looking at him a few times, hoping he will get it and SHUT UP. Unfortunately, he didn't get the hint at all. Grrrrrr!!!!

Missed my boy a lot today. Am glad that he has arrived safely last night in UK, but his luggage got lost. I am sure he's frustrated, and I felt very helpless when I heard of his plight this morning. The shittiest thing is his laptop charger and hp is all in his luggage, so he can't chat with me much online, and can't call me either.

I was worried the whole day about whether he slept well at night, since I thought he must be worrying about his luggage. I wonder how is he now. So wish to just give him a ring (if only he had his hp!!!!!) to cheer him up.

Been sneezing a lot today, and he used to tell me that one sneezes because another person is missing him/her. From the medical point of view, I know that is absolutely rubbish, but sometimes, I do wonder if it's true, because I actually remember the time of my sneezes, and I do ask him what time approx did he think of me...and the timings fit without me even telling him what time I sneezed. Can coincidences happen so many times? Hmm...

If someone were to read this entry, he would ask me if I forgot what happened on this day years ago. No, I haven't, and I suddenly thought of it as I happened to be writing today's date in my notebook. Time flies isn't it? 2 years has gone by. And I'm glad that despite me not forgetting how I felt on this day 2 years ago, I am able to face it bravely. I guess my boy deserves some credit for this. I'm sure I wouldn't feel this well today if he hasn't been good to me and bringing hope into my life all these while.

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