Why did they call it hunting? Why not fishing?!
As interns, this is the first time we actually start applying for jobs/residency programs.. I don't know if my experience as a cashier in Mc Donald's in London counts or not, especially that I ended up cleaning tables cuz I flirted alot with cute customers lol..
Anyhow, during this past couple of weeks I had to give birth to my CV.. My first official CV saw the light a couple of days ago, and by official, the one that didn't include watching Bugs Bunny in my hobbies.. You know you must sound professional even if ur not quite so..
Job hunting, to my surprise, is so much like treasure hunting.. You usually go to one of the older -wiser- fellows, and talk to them for a while, show them what ur made of, and when they see in you a promising person, they confide in you the secrets of this job hunt.. they give you what I call "The Map".. it's usually a small scrap of paper, cuz atthe setting, u don't expect it to happen, so when he or she starts confiding in you, u pull out the closest thing to a paper, it could be a chewing gum wrapper lol.. you write down the steps.. Go see so and so, then talk to so and so.. attend so and so, show so and so ur interested, and no matter what, don't do so and so..
Funny thing is, most of the information they give are usually very well known, and you are very familiar with.. But still, when spoken bythe "Wiser", you treasure it.. You guard that scrap of paper with your life, you don't show it to anyone, you move carefully from step 1 to step 2, and you never trespass.. It's funny if you're watching from outside the box.. but inside, it's really serious, intense, and nerve wrecking!
Then comes the backstabbers.. those that wanna jeopardise your moves.. Either simply for the sake of jeopardising you, or to make themselves glow on your stake..
Then comes the competition.. my game.. my true source of energy.. If something was given, I don't want it, I wanna fight for it! But I wanna fight clean, why doesn't anybody else fight clean? Why is there so much pushing? lol
Who is she?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
BORAT!!!
For those who have seen it, continue..
For those who haven't, what the hell r u waiting for? (spoilers ahead)
"Borat" is the kind of movie that you would hate to laugh at, but unconciously you're laughing ur a$$ out..
Has there been anyone in the world that wasn't offended from that movie?
I couldn't find anything to humiliate lesbians, but other than those everybody has had their share, ESPECIALLY jews.. If I were a jew I would hunt him down and torture him looooool
It's the kind of movie that leaves u shocked in disbelief, torn between laughing and shutting it down for it's obscene scenes and paroles..
Sacha (the producer and the actor playing the role of Borat) is a genius, the idea of making a comedy in the form af a real spontaneous documentary is overwhelming.. Imagine being the only actor in an 80+ minute movie? where everybody else's words are 90% genuine?!
Hillarious, no wonder he got sued by so many people!
I recommend watching it unless you are:
Jewish
Christian
Muslim
Gay
Straight
Elderly
Youngster
Animal *especially a turtle
White
Black
Gypsy
Poor
Rich
American *texan in particular
Uzbekistani
Kazakhistani
Prostitue
Pamela Anderson (LOL)
In short, if ur human, u shouldn't watch this movie..
Actually, u shouldn't watch it even if u weren't human for all that matters loool
For those who haven't, what the hell r u waiting for? (spoilers ahead)
"Borat" is the kind of movie that you would hate to laugh at, but unconciously you're laughing ur a$$ out..
Has there been anyone in the world that wasn't offended from that movie?
I couldn't find anything to humiliate lesbians, but other than those everybody has had their share, ESPECIALLY jews.. If I were a jew I would hunt him down and torture him looooool
It's the kind of movie that leaves u shocked in disbelief, torn between laughing and shutting it down for it's obscene scenes and paroles..
Sacha (the producer and the actor playing the role of Borat) is a genius, the idea of making a comedy in the form af a real spontaneous documentary is overwhelming.. Imagine being the only actor in an 80+ minute movie? where everybody else's words are 90% genuine?!
Hillarious, no wonder he got sued by so many people!
I recommend watching it unless you are:
Jewish
Christian
Muslim
Gay
Straight
Elderly
Youngster
Animal *especially a turtle
White
Black
Gypsy
Poor
Rich
American *texan in particular
Uzbekistani
Kazakhistani
Prostitue
Pamela Anderson (LOL)
In short, if ur human, u shouldn't watch this movie..
Actually, u shouldn't watch it even if u weren't human for all that matters loool
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Capuccino con Panna
So I'm in my on call room, sipping some capuccino con panna (with whipped cream).. Anyway, I decide I wanna visit the ladies room; u know coffee has a diuretic effect, so I walk out of my room towards the toilet which is around the corner..
In this 10 second walk, I run into 5 people, all of which look at me and give a very exagerated grin, I smile back and keep moving..
In the lady's room, I look at the mirror, and there was it.. The reason of the suspiciously nice grins!
On my upper lip, a very obvious white mustache, stretching from a corner to the other..
Damn you whipped cream!!! How embarrassing :$
In this 10 second walk, I run into 5 people, all of which look at me and give a very exagerated grin, I smile back and keep moving..
In the lady's room, I look at the mirror, and there was it.. The reason of the suspiciously nice grins!
On my upper lip, a very obvious white mustache, stretching from a corner to the other..
Damn you whipped cream!!! How embarrassing :$
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Surgery is Out!
You know the feeling when you have so many options, one of which you will never consider, but then something or someone explains to you that you're not allowed to choose that particular thing, and you all of a sudden become interested? Yes that feeling, what do u call it? lol
I think that's why I had such a crush on surgery.. yes, I'm so sad to say it was an infatuation, no more no less.. Something like Eve's apple, the forbidden fruit lol..
Here's what happened on Wednesday..
Wednesday is OR day (operation room).. I was running a bit late, so I headed directly to the the OR, changed into my scrubs, wore the head piece and off to surgery..
1st case, no biggy, just some axillary lymph node dissection, nodes were out and sent to pathology.
2nd case,
A middle aged woman, for thyroidectomy (removal of her thyroid).. This time, the consultant asked me to scrub in (this is the process of peeling ur skin to reach a less colonized layer lol).. I was thrilled, now I get to touch and watch closely.. So not even 5 minutes into the operation, I started feeling funny; lightheaded, with some funny ringing in my ears.. I tried to overcome this feeling and resist my urge to move away from the operating table.. Thinking it would go away with time..
VERY wrong decision, it only got worse.. next to be lost was my eyesight.. I suddenly blacked out, I only remember putting eveything in my hands down, and taking 2 steps backwards, then saying as calmly as possible: "I can't see!"
That's when I felt numerous hands holding me as my knees gave out!
1 hour later, I wake up.
I found the resident in front of me, so I close my eyes again thinking:
This doesn't make any sense, when I wake up I should find my husband in front of me.. Damn it, I'm fantasizing again lol..
I open my eyes again, yep, still the anesthesia resident.. I start to get recollections of what happened, I find I'm hooked up to IV fluids, with numerous OJ cups to my side..
The resident tells me I had severe hypoglycemia and severe hypotension, then deliberately asked me if I were pregnant.. At that point I started to freak out, I don't know why.. it was like he was asking me if i had an incurable disease or sth lol..
Anyway, I was sent home on my first OR day, how sad is that? Funny thing is, I'm so bored doing surgery and feel like my brain is on a vacation.. am I watching too much "House M.D"?!
Bad news are: I have to decide very soon what specialty I wanna be doing, cuz the acceptanse exams are only 2 ~ 3 months away, and we are each allowed 3 choices.. As much as it hurts me to finally spit it out, surgery out, u were a nice seasonal boyfriend, but I don't think we can commit.. I must throw 3 new cards on the table, and I can't be any more clueless!
Current options I'm evaluating (but not final nevertheless):
1. Immunology
2. Neurology
3. Diagnostic Radiology
I need professional help :(
I think that's why I had such a crush on surgery.. yes, I'm so sad to say it was an infatuation, no more no less.. Something like Eve's apple, the forbidden fruit lol..
Here's what happened on Wednesday..
Wednesday is OR day (operation room).. I was running a bit late, so I headed directly to the the OR, changed into my scrubs, wore the head piece and off to surgery..
1st case, no biggy, just some axillary lymph node dissection, nodes were out and sent to pathology.
2nd case,
A middle aged woman, for thyroidectomy (removal of her thyroid).. This time, the consultant asked me to scrub in (this is the process of peeling ur skin to reach a less colonized layer lol).. I was thrilled, now I get to touch and watch closely.. So not even 5 minutes into the operation, I started feeling funny; lightheaded, with some funny ringing in my ears.. I tried to overcome this feeling and resist my urge to move away from the operating table.. Thinking it would go away with time..
VERY wrong decision, it only got worse.. next to be lost was my eyesight.. I suddenly blacked out, I only remember putting eveything in my hands down, and taking 2 steps backwards, then saying as calmly as possible: "I can't see!"
That's when I felt numerous hands holding me as my knees gave out!
1 hour later, I wake up.
I found the resident in front of me, so I close my eyes again thinking:
This doesn't make any sense, when I wake up I should find my husband in front of me.. Damn it, I'm fantasizing again lol..
I open my eyes again, yep, still the anesthesia resident.. I start to get recollections of what happened, I find I'm hooked up to IV fluids, with numerous OJ cups to my side..
The resident tells me I had severe hypoglycemia and severe hypotension, then deliberately asked me if I were pregnant.. At that point I started to freak out, I don't know why.. it was like he was asking me if i had an incurable disease or sth lol..
Anyway, I was sent home on my first OR day, how sad is that? Funny thing is, I'm so bored doing surgery and feel like my brain is on a vacation.. am I watching too much "House M.D"?!
Bad news are: I have to decide very soon what specialty I wanna be doing, cuz the acceptanse exams are only 2 ~ 3 months away, and we are each allowed 3 choices.. As much as it hurts me to finally spit it out, surgery out, u were a nice seasonal boyfriend, but I don't think we can commit.. I must throw 3 new cards on the table, and I can't be any more clueless!
Current options I'm evaluating (but not final nevertheless):
1. Immunology
2. Neurology
3. Diagnostic Radiology
I need professional help :(
Sunday, February 11, 2007
OJ, you rock!
And by OJ ofcourse I mean orange juice lol
Yep, I'm on call again.. It feels like I'm still hung over from last time.. But don't worry, I'm not gonna bore you -dear diary- with the minute to minute details.. Now that I look back, that post was laaaame lol looks like i did nothing but eat! (like SOMEone so kindly pointed that out :P)
I;m gonna talk instead about the the 8th of February..
My sisters' friends were planning a surprise birthday for the both of them.. They wanted it to be in our house to dramatize it.. So since my mom is out of town, I had to escort the baby sisters OUT of the house, to give the mischivous friends a time to pimp our home lol
We went to balsamico, me, my husband, and the twins.. As soon as we sat, my husband threw an arm around me and pulled me close, in a very casual way.. Then suddenly, the waiter comes sailing across the restaurant shouting: la la la ma yenfa3 keda, mosh men awwalha! (loosely translated to: no no no, this won't work, not so soon..)
We all stared back at him trying to decode the loud yet not so clear message!? are these seats taken? what the hell is he upset about..
Long story short, he thought I was with my boyfriend, and that he was up to a night of PDA.. My face turned purple with rage and embarrassment, we weren't the only ones in the restaurant, and now everybody was looking our way! He is insane, and if I had the whole night, I would've had him fired and sent back to his home town.. He left all the "actual" dates, and came to us? He then goes on saying: This is a public place with no partitions as u can see!
WTF are you talking about?
Then my brave sister Ache starts shooting back: She's his wife!! what the hell are u talking about?
My husband and i were still under a spell of mixed anger, rage, and embarrassment.. So ache takes the matter into her own hands and starts yelling back: Don't you think that if we had something to hide we would be in a less "open" place, with probably more partitions as u put it?
The stupid waiter then asks if we could prove that we're married if the hay2a showed up!!!?!?
I was speechless, but i managed to gesture to everyone that I'm leaving this sucker to ride up his own ass.. But then he's probably too constipated to do that!
Anyway, they tried to calm me down, I made it clear I don't wanna see the loser's face for as long as I'm in the place.. He never showed up..
Anyway.. The stupid guy set the mood for a perfect "dont expect us to be doing something unusual for your birthday" day.. lol
Hold on a sec..
Ok back.. Morphine? Anyone? ;)
Anyway, so after balsamico, we head back home, my sister pulls out the key to open the door.. The key gets stuck.. it's like they're trying hard not to have a surprise birthday! So I knowck the door hoping their friends would seize the moment and take advantage.. and oh yes they did.. They jerked the door and screamed "SURPRIIIIISE"!!! I was so jealous I wished it were my birthday too lol..
They were so shocked, they couldn't talk for like 5 minutes! one of them started fixing her hair and the other one kept a hand on her mouth for like 5 more minutes! Honestly, their reaction? priceless!
then there was cake, then there were gifts! They got them a set of KARAOKE! totally cool, I'm gonna move back to my parents' house lol
We ended up playing bidoon kalam, which is the one where you act a movie and your team has to guess the title.. You would think it's easy, but next time u play this game use the following movies:
Chronicles of narnia (yup, that's right.. they had to act that title, any ideas?)
The Shawshank redemption
Amistad
Hansel and Gretel
Stigmata
It was a nice game.. some of the girls were really creative, some were dumb & boring lol I had a really good time although I met most of them for the first time.. I'm glad the twins had a blast, and I'm REALLY glad they didn't see it coming!
I got them a pair of necklaces, one had the symbol of their horoscope, and the other one had the first letter of her name.. They say they like it, I hope they're being honest!
That's it for now.. who knows what this on call has to offer..
Seriously, no more coffee for me, it's OJ all the way!
Yep, I'm on call again.. It feels like I'm still hung over from last time.. But don't worry, I'm not gonna bore you -dear diary- with the minute to minute details.. Now that I look back, that post was laaaame lol looks like i did nothing but eat! (like SOMEone so kindly pointed that out :P)
I;m gonna talk instead about the the 8th of February..
My sisters' friends were planning a surprise birthday for the both of them.. They wanted it to be in our house to dramatize it.. So since my mom is out of town, I had to escort the baby sisters OUT of the house, to give the mischivous friends a time to pimp our home lol
We went to balsamico, me, my husband, and the twins.. As soon as we sat, my husband threw an arm around me and pulled me close, in a very casual way.. Then suddenly, the waiter comes sailing across the restaurant shouting: la la la ma yenfa3 keda, mosh men awwalha! (loosely translated to: no no no, this won't work, not so soon..)
We all stared back at him trying to decode the loud yet not so clear message!? are these seats taken? what the hell is he upset about..
Long story short, he thought I was with my boyfriend, and that he was up to a night of PDA.. My face turned purple with rage and embarrassment, we weren't the only ones in the restaurant, and now everybody was looking our way! He is insane, and if I had the whole night, I would've had him fired and sent back to his home town.. He left all the "actual" dates, and came to us? He then goes on saying: This is a public place with no partitions as u can see!
WTF are you talking about?
Then my brave sister Ache starts shooting back: She's his wife!! what the hell are u talking about?
My husband and i were still under a spell of mixed anger, rage, and embarrassment.. So ache takes the matter into her own hands and starts yelling back: Don't you think that if we had something to hide we would be in a less "open" place, with probably more partitions as u put it?
The stupid waiter then asks if we could prove that we're married if the hay2a showed up!!!?!?
I was speechless, but i managed to gesture to everyone that I'm leaving this sucker to ride up his own ass.. But then he's probably too constipated to do that!
Anyway, they tried to calm me down, I made it clear I don't wanna see the loser's face for as long as I'm in the place.. He never showed up..
Anyway.. The stupid guy set the mood for a perfect "dont expect us to be doing something unusual for your birthday" day.. lol
Hold on a sec..
Ok back.. Morphine? Anyone? ;)
Anyway, so after balsamico, we head back home, my sister pulls out the key to open the door.. The key gets stuck.. it's like they're trying hard not to have a surprise birthday! So I knowck the door hoping their friends would seize the moment and take advantage.. and oh yes they did.. They jerked the door and screamed "SURPRIIIIISE"!!! I was so jealous I wished it were my birthday too lol..
They were so shocked, they couldn't talk for like 5 minutes! one of them started fixing her hair and the other one kept a hand on her mouth for like 5 more minutes! Honestly, their reaction? priceless!
then there was cake, then there were gifts! They got them a set of KARAOKE! totally cool, I'm gonna move back to my parents' house lol
We ended up playing bidoon kalam, which is the one where you act a movie and your team has to guess the title.. You would think it's easy, but next time u play this game use the following movies:
Chronicles of narnia (yup, that's right.. they had to act that title, any ideas?)
The Shawshank redemption
Amistad
Hansel and Gretel
Stigmata
It was a nice game.. some of the girls were really creative, some were dumb & boring lol I had a really good time although I met most of them for the first time.. I'm glad the twins had a blast, and I'm REALLY glad they didn't see it coming!
I got them a pair of necklaces, one had the symbol of their horoscope, and the other one had the first letter of her name.. They say they like it, I hope they're being honest!
That's it for now.. who knows what this on call has to offer..
Seriously, no more coffee for me, it's OJ all the way!
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
KFSH 1st oncall..
I figured the best way to display my on call is to put it on a time line.. Easy reference and easy on the eye lol
08:00 am
Reached the hospital, took my mini suitcase to my oncall room, and headed to the morning meeting.. I was late, but so was the head of the department, we went inside together, so no one can say a word to me without it hitting the big boss *evil grin*..
08:30 am
Morning meeting over, one of my consultants had a conference and left, the other one had a kidney transplant in the OR, and he only wanted one resident.. Bottomline, I'm free to go!
I went to starbucks, had my cheese sandwich and toffeenut latte (double shot espresso, ofcourse). Solved the sudoku on Alsharq Alawsat..
09:30 am
Went back to my room, turned on the PC and checked my facebook homepage.. after being lost in pictures for about an hour, I thought I should blog about my apparently empty day..
10:45 am
I still found myself ridiculously bored, so I went down to the gym - yes we have a gym in KFSH.. There's an outdoors room, and since the weather is absolutely charming, I took a turkish coffee and a cig outside..
11:05 am
I went back to the 3rd floor (Surgical floor) to head back to my room.. Then I was startled to find that my team was rounding on a patient! I joined and they all looked mad at me.. So I asked why didn't they page me? They said they were paging me for almost an hour and I wasn't responding.. THAT'S when I knew my pager was not working!! BUT before I could take advantage of that, a resident took me to the communication engineer to fix the problem PRONTO! :( I didn't celebrate the broken pager!
01:15 pm
We went down to the clinic.. a couple of patients, nothing serious.. But then that can't just be it..
ok I need a huge TIME OUT here.. WTH?!
LooooooooL
I'm sorry I can't share that, but one patient was talking naaaaaaaastyyyyyyyy describing what's wrong! Due to adult content, I'm gonna have to pass.. But jeez it was embarrassing to meeeeeee my face turned purple~green! looooooool I can't get over itttt!
1:45 pm
I was called to the ER (I'm on call remember..).. What's the case? an acute appendicitis.. (now ur supposed to be picturing an extremely ill patient, who's unable to stay still in bed, who's feverish, vomiting, and most likely dehydrated..) Ok, I head to the patient room, there's a guy standing in the corner arguing with a nurse about his IV cannula.. I walk right past him and the room was empty.. I go out and call his name, and surprise! It's the perfectly looking gentleman who's upset about the IV cannula!
Here comes the difficult part: How do u explain to a perfectly healthy-looking guy that he's got appendicitis, and that we must operate immediately otherwise it might perforate and kill him? the answer is: you can't.. he started questioning OUR knowledge.. and by the way, our diagnosis was based on CT scan results, not on psychic reading, i swear!
2:00 pm
Skeptical patient left against medical advice.
2:01 pm
I was starving by this time, and I had a radiology meeting at 3.. so I have to find whatever, buy it, and stuff it into my mouth in half an hour! I did, but i didn't stuff it entirely, I had to take it to go (yeah our cafeteria has chinese chicken with fried rice to go.. rn't u jealous? lol) Sooo I had to take it back up to my room and run to the radiology conference..
3:15 pm
Once in the Radiology department, I started looking for the conference room, which by defenition is a room full of angry people disagreeing with each other, and each totally convinced he's the smartest of the bunch.. Well, i couldn't find it.. I called my resident, and guess what? yep.. the conference was cancelled!
3:20 pm
Hopping back to my room, I bump into my angry consultant..
Where have u been?
*smiling* I was in the ER..
ur lying, I was there and i didn't see u..
*still smiling* oh u mean just now? I was in the radiology conf. room..
but the conf. is cancelled.. anyway, I don't care where u were *which totally means he's angry*, We have a consult, come with us..
The guy doesn't go for the elevator, he goes for the stairs.. I said:
aah ok ur punishing me.. not funny, he wasn't joking, He took me up 5 floors :( I couldn't breathe! I felt like someone pulled a plastic bag over my head!! He did choose the perfect punishment! lol
4:00 pm
Q: How do you avoid telling a 60 year old that she has cancer and she's gonna die cuz it already spread to her liver? and that we have to cut most of her bowel out and leave her with a bag hanging out of her abdomen?
A: You don't specialize in surgery!
5:45 pm
I'm back in my room, eating my to go lunch.. enjoying a bar of Galaxy Caramel given to me by a fellow intern.. If life could just hold still for a while.. let me at least enjoy this caloric explosion!
6:30 pm
I have a date!
I'm to meet my husband in starbucks for some coffee and a lil' chat.. He's on call on Thursday.. How sad is that? Anyway, we sip our coffee, enjoy some small talk, some flirting too.. We get the looks from everyone around, I just love provoking people, I wish I could kiss him in public! I guess some eyes would literally pop out! people, mind your own god-damn business..
7:30 pm
I discover I don't have my pager on.. I left it in my room! I freaked out, thinking they must've been paging me for a while now.. So we say good bye, I still wanna hug and kiss, but too bad, my husband is rational! anyway, I rush to my room, and thank goodness the pager had no new messages..
9:00 pm
Got called to prescribe some meds..
11:00 pm
My senior ame to my room to see if i wanted to have dinner with her.. So cute of her.. We ordered a couple of sandwiches, we had a very nice lengthy chat about her trip to Tunis.. Very pleasant girl..
02:00 am
I went to bed..
04:00 am
Called to the ward for some more prescriptions.
05:00 am
Called to ER for an emergency: abdominal pain..
me: Is it acute?
pt: no it's been there for 2 months..
me: then how's this an emergency?
my senior pinches me and whispers in my ear: It's a VIP case..
ooooh i got it.. no comment.
06:00 am
Called to prescribe meds for the VIP pt.
06:35 am
Back to bed..
NOW --> 7:30 pm
I overslept, my mobile run out of battery, so my alarm didn't go off..
I woke up at 10 am, to miss the morning meeting.. no big deal..
I went back home to sleep, and since then, I'm sitting in front of the TV in denial LOL
08:00 am
Reached the hospital, took my mini suitcase to my oncall room, and headed to the morning meeting.. I was late, but so was the head of the department, we went inside together, so no one can say a word to me without it hitting the big boss *evil grin*..
08:30 am
Morning meeting over, one of my consultants had a conference and left, the other one had a kidney transplant in the OR, and he only wanted one resident.. Bottomline, I'm free to go!
I went to starbucks, had my cheese sandwich and toffeenut latte (double shot espresso, ofcourse). Solved the sudoku on Alsharq Alawsat..
09:30 am
Went back to my room, turned on the PC and checked my facebook homepage.. after being lost in pictures for about an hour, I thought I should blog about my apparently empty day..
10:45 am
I still found myself ridiculously bored, so I went down to the gym - yes we have a gym in KFSH.. There's an outdoors room, and since the weather is absolutely charming, I took a turkish coffee and a cig outside..
11:05 am
I went back to the 3rd floor (Surgical floor) to head back to my room.. Then I was startled to find that my team was rounding on a patient! I joined and they all looked mad at me.. So I asked why didn't they page me? They said they were paging me for almost an hour and I wasn't responding.. THAT'S when I knew my pager was not working!! BUT before I could take advantage of that, a resident took me to the communication engineer to fix the problem PRONTO! :( I didn't celebrate the broken pager!
01:15 pm
We went down to the clinic.. a couple of patients, nothing serious.. But then that can't just be it..
ok I need a huge TIME OUT here.. WTH?!
LooooooooL
I'm sorry I can't share that, but one patient was talking naaaaaaaastyyyyyyyy describing what's wrong! Due to adult content, I'm gonna have to pass.. But jeez it was embarrassing to meeeeeee my face turned purple~green! looooooool I can't get over itttt!
1:45 pm
I was called to the ER (I'm on call remember..).. What's the case? an acute appendicitis.. (now ur supposed to be picturing an extremely ill patient, who's unable to stay still in bed, who's feverish, vomiting, and most likely dehydrated..) Ok, I head to the patient room, there's a guy standing in the corner arguing with a nurse about his IV cannula.. I walk right past him and the room was empty.. I go out and call his name, and surprise! It's the perfectly looking gentleman who's upset about the IV cannula!
Here comes the difficult part: How do u explain to a perfectly healthy-looking guy that he's got appendicitis, and that we must operate immediately otherwise it might perforate and kill him? the answer is: you can't.. he started questioning OUR knowledge.. and by the way, our diagnosis was based on CT scan results, not on psychic reading, i swear!
2:00 pm
Skeptical patient left against medical advice.
2:01 pm
I was starving by this time, and I had a radiology meeting at 3.. so I have to find whatever, buy it, and stuff it into my mouth in half an hour! I did, but i didn't stuff it entirely, I had to take it to go (yeah our cafeteria has chinese chicken with fried rice to go.. rn't u jealous? lol) Sooo I had to take it back up to my room and run to the radiology conference..
3:15 pm
Once in the Radiology department, I started looking for the conference room, which by defenition is a room full of angry people disagreeing with each other, and each totally convinced he's the smartest of the bunch.. Well, i couldn't find it.. I called my resident, and guess what? yep.. the conference was cancelled!
3:20 pm
Hopping back to my room, I bump into my angry consultant..
Where have u been?
*smiling* I was in the ER..
ur lying, I was there and i didn't see u..
*still smiling* oh u mean just now? I was in the radiology conf. room..
but the conf. is cancelled.. anyway, I don't care where u were *which totally means he's angry*, We have a consult, come with us..
The guy doesn't go for the elevator, he goes for the stairs.. I said:
aah ok ur punishing me.. not funny, he wasn't joking, He took me up 5 floors :( I couldn't breathe! I felt like someone pulled a plastic bag over my head!! He did choose the perfect punishment! lol
4:00 pm
Q: How do you avoid telling a 60 year old that she has cancer and she's gonna die cuz it already spread to her liver? and that we have to cut most of her bowel out and leave her with a bag hanging out of her abdomen?
A: You don't specialize in surgery!
5:45 pm
I'm back in my room, eating my to go lunch.. enjoying a bar of Galaxy Caramel given to me by a fellow intern.. If life could just hold still for a while.. let me at least enjoy this caloric explosion!
6:30 pm
I have a date!
I'm to meet my husband in starbucks for some coffee and a lil' chat.. He's on call on Thursday.. How sad is that? Anyway, we sip our coffee, enjoy some small talk, some flirting too.. We get the looks from everyone around, I just love provoking people, I wish I could kiss him in public! I guess some eyes would literally pop out! people, mind your own god-damn business..
7:30 pm
I discover I don't have my pager on.. I left it in my room! I freaked out, thinking they must've been paging me for a while now.. So we say good bye, I still wanna hug and kiss, but too bad, my husband is rational! anyway, I rush to my room, and thank goodness the pager had no new messages..
9:00 pm
Got called to prescribe some meds..
11:00 pm
My senior ame to my room to see if i wanted to have dinner with her.. So cute of her.. We ordered a couple of sandwiches, we had a very nice lengthy chat about her trip to Tunis.. Very pleasant girl..
02:00 am
I went to bed..
04:00 am
Called to the ward for some more prescriptions.
05:00 am
Called to ER for an emergency: abdominal pain..
me: Is it acute?
pt: no it's been there for 2 months..
me: then how's this an emergency?
my senior pinches me and whispers in my ear: It's a VIP case..
ooooh i got it.. no comment.
06:00 am
Called to prescribe meds for the VIP pt.
06:35 am
Back to bed..
NOW --> 7:30 pm
I overslept, my mobile run out of battery, so my alarm didn't go off..
I woke up at 10 am, to miss the morning meeting.. no big deal..
I went back home to sleep, and since then, I'm sitting in front of the TV in denial LOL
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Say What?
A new month, a new rotation, a new hospital, a new me..
It's february, full with Valentine's day, my sisters' birthday, me switching to surgery, and moving to King Faisal Specialist hospital..
I'm used to being an intern along with a dozen other useless interns.. but now, we're just 2! floating like ghosts in the surgical ward.. anonymous to say the least.. My senior asked me like 15 times about my name between Saturday and today!!!
The hospital is so luxurious.. TOO luxurious.. If I'm ever sick I wanna be admitted here.. it's a 5 star hotal, if not more.. But the doctors are ~ weird..
I'm experiencing the true meaning of medical business.. Nope, that's not why I'm in medicine.. no can do.. can't incline myself financially, I'm sticking to the good old fashioned "art of healing"..
My senior today told me I'm not a surgeon, I'm too rational!
Say what? I'm gonna let that pass till future reference..
Then comes a patient to the clinic.. now this is a healthy, aware patient, who's sufering of an embarrassing condition.. there were three of us in the clinic (senior, junior, and myself --> sub junior, barely existent lol) Anyway, so for the sake of the poor gentleman's dignity, I decided to pass on the clinical exam, it's enough that he's having 2 people staring at "private areas".. So my senior then comes to me surprised: What's wrong with you? Don't you wanna be a surgeon???
Say what? To become a surgeon I must strip myself of respect and patients of dignity? I'm gonna also let this pass.. no hard feelings, he wants to push me into the real world..
But what's with the "too rational" part?
I'm I labeled a physician if I use my brain, and a surgeon if I don't?
As much as I love surgery, but I would pick my brain any minute! A resident literally told me, if you like to think, you're a doctor, if you like to cut, you're a surgeon..
Come again?
It's february, full with Valentine's day, my sisters' birthday, me switching to surgery, and moving to King Faisal Specialist hospital..
I'm used to being an intern along with a dozen other useless interns.. but now, we're just 2! floating like ghosts in the surgical ward.. anonymous to say the least.. My senior asked me like 15 times about my name between Saturday and today!!!
The hospital is so luxurious.. TOO luxurious.. If I'm ever sick I wanna be admitted here.. it's a 5 star hotal, if not more.. But the doctors are ~ weird..
I'm experiencing the true meaning of medical business.. Nope, that's not why I'm in medicine.. no can do.. can't incline myself financially, I'm sticking to the good old fashioned "art of healing"..
My senior today told me I'm not a surgeon, I'm too rational!
Say what? I'm gonna let that pass till future reference..
Then comes a patient to the clinic.. now this is a healthy, aware patient, who's sufering of an embarrassing condition.. there were three of us in the clinic (senior, junior, and myself --> sub junior, barely existent lol) Anyway, so for the sake of the poor gentleman's dignity, I decided to pass on the clinical exam, it's enough that he's having 2 people staring at "private areas".. So my senior then comes to me surprised: What's wrong with you? Don't you wanna be a surgeon???
Say what? To become a surgeon I must strip myself of respect and patients of dignity? I'm gonna also let this pass.. no hard feelings, he wants to push me into the real world..
But what's with the "too rational" part?
I'm I labeled a physician if I use my brain, and a surgeon if I don't?
As much as I love surgery, but I would pick my brain any minute! A resident literally told me, if you like to think, you're a doctor, if you like to cut, you're a surgeon..
Come again?
Friday, February 02, 2007
Psychoanalysis.. Anyone?
I really need to analyse myself for a minute here, I'm so messed up it feels like I have a blank paper and an empty post-it stuck to it in my skull for a brain!
Ever since I came back from Rome and I'm having this severe depression, for which I can't find a reason! Yet, for the first time in my life, I'm not the one blabbering about being depressed! instead, everyone around me is asking me if I'm ok, and that I look majorly depressed..
It's not power of suggestion, I invented that concept, I know when it's there.. I haven't left my home for over 3 weeks except to work.. For the same 3 weeks, I never slept at night, I would stay up alone, go to work, and come back to sleep at around 5 pm, and wake up when everybody else in the world goes to sleep.. Am I avoiding someone? I would wake up and find missed calls and messages, which I won't read and better yet never call back..
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? did cultural shock hit hard on the face?
It can't be that, I traveled at least 3 times every year since I was 1 year old.. This never happened to me! And I can't be PMSing for 3 weeks, it's physiologically impossible..
The other day, I was hanging out with some friends in the surgical ward, I was sitting on the counter, where the hospital psychiatrist came for a consult.. As he was writing in his file, I guess he overheard our little conversation which was basically about one of the girls being humiliated by her senior..
3 minutes into the conversation he dropped in and started to us.. 2 minutes later he looks at me and says: You had a terrible childhood.. I want you to come see me in the clinic!
WTF???? Did I say anything about my childhood? I didn't say anything indicative of me being screwed up! I know I had one terrible childhood I can only cry everytime I remember an episode of my miserable life, but is that written on my forehead?
I started crying.. right there in the middle of the surgical ward..
I'm screwed up.. I experienced every emotion you can think of, at a very young age..
I experienced grief when my father died at a very young age..
I experienced the luxury of political power, and then I experienced its withdrawal when he died..
I experienced jealousy when I was an overweight child that always stands out among her peers..
I experienced envy when every guy I fell for, fell for one of my "thin" friends..
I experienced solitude when I had twin sisters that were too close to incorporate a third one..
I experienced rejection when my best friend deserted me for no particular reason..
I experienced pressure, when I was reminded by mom that I'm the eldest and the role model..
I experienced guilt when I was harrassed at 12..
and so many more experiences.. Did I come to a point where I became a hopeless case?
Ever since I came back from Rome and I'm having this severe depression, for which I can't find a reason! Yet, for the first time in my life, I'm not the one blabbering about being depressed! instead, everyone around me is asking me if I'm ok, and that I look majorly depressed..
It's not power of suggestion, I invented that concept, I know when it's there.. I haven't left my home for over 3 weeks except to work.. For the same 3 weeks, I never slept at night, I would stay up alone, go to work, and come back to sleep at around 5 pm, and wake up when everybody else in the world goes to sleep.. Am I avoiding someone? I would wake up and find missed calls and messages, which I won't read and better yet never call back..
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? did cultural shock hit hard on the face?
It can't be that, I traveled at least 3 times every year since I was 1 year old.. This never happened to me! And I can't be PMSing for 3 weeks, it's physiologically impossible..
The other day, I was hanging out with some friends in the surgical ward, I was sitting on the counter, where the hospital psychiatrist came for a consult.. As he was writing in his file, I guess he overheard our little conversation which was basically about one of the girls being humiliated by her senior..
3 minutes into the conversation he dropped in and started to us.. 2 minutes later he looks at me and says: You had a terrible childhood.. I want you to come see me in the clinic!
WTF???? Did I say anything about my childhood? I didn't say anything indicative of me being screwed up! I know I had one terrible childhood I can only cry everytime I remember an episode of my miserable life, but is that written on my forehead?
I started crying.. right there in the middle of the surgical ward..
I'm screwed up.. I experienced every emotion you can think of, at a very young age..
I experienced grief when my father died at a very young age..
I experienced the luxury of political power, and then I experienced its withdrawal when he died..
I experienced jealousy when I was an overweight child that always stands out among her peers..
I experienced envy when every guy I fell for, fell for one of my "thin" friends..
I experienced solitude when I had twin sisters that were too close to incorporate a third one..
I experienced rejection when my best friend deserted me for no particular reason..
I experienced pressure, when I was reminded by mom that I'm the eldest and the role model..
I experienced guilt when I was harrassed at 12..
and so many more experiences.. Did I come to a point where I became a hopeless case?
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I've been trying to blog about this for a while, but it probably did not sink in yet.. I don't know how to say it.. It's WEIRD!
My 48 year old uncle had a stroke..
Since this August alone I've seen as many as 100 patients with stroke, everytime I see one I get the same heart ache, and feel sorry for his family how they must be suffering.. and now it's my uncle, and my family is suffering..
He's young, most of my patients were above 60! 48 is too young for a stroke!
The day before I went to Rome, while I was packing, my mom called me from work and asked me to visit uncle Afif before I travel.. I was surprised, cuz they weren't on good terms lately.. I objected saying that I barely have time to pack as it is, but she insisted like she never did before!
My sisters and I drove to his house, had lunch there, he's such a great person, very funny with a very unique sense of humor.. I had a very good time, hugged him really tight and said goodbye..
He had the stroke while I was in Rome, no one told me until I went back to Tunis.. I almost collapsed to the floor.. My heart sank and my face went monochromic!
Then I went to see him in the hospital, that huge man is lying down on a white bed, unable to move his left side! Thank god his speech is intact, otherwise he and everybody else would've gone into depression! I was trying to soothe him, and reassure him that with physiotherapy everything's gonna be fine, and he'll hop back on his feet (although deep inside I know how difficult it is, and how demanding and time consuming it is!) The good thing is that he still has his sense of humor, he would joke and laugh in spite of his condition! God I love that man!
It was heartbreaking cuz again, he's relatively young to spend a great deal of time in a wheelchair, after being a very active man.. his youngest daughter is 18 months old, will she ever see her dad walking again? :'(
I still can't believe it! He quit smoking 2 years ago, but the main reason for his accident was high blood pressure. A vessel blew up and he started bleeding into his brain :( Thank god his brther took him immediately to the ER, otherwise he could've died..
We decided not to tell my grandma, she could have a stroke herself if she knew! So my mom is bringing her here to Jeddah sometime next week..
Please pray for him to recover as much as possible, and as fast as possible..
My 48 year old uncle had a stroke..
Since this August alone I've seen as many as 100 patients with stroke, everytime I see one I get the same heart ache, and feel sorry for his family how they must be suffering.. and now it's my uncle, and my family is suffering..
He's young, most of my patients were above 60! 48 is too young for a stroke!
The day before I went to Rome, while I was packing, my mom called me from work and asked me to visit uncle Afif before I travel.. I was surprised, cuz they weren't on good terms lately.. I objected saying that I barely have time to pack as it is, but she insisted like she never did before!
My sisters and I drove to his house, had lunch there, he's such a great person, very funny with a very unique sense of humor.. I had a very good time, hugged him really tight and said goodbye..
He had the stroke while I was in Rome, no one told me until I went back to Tunis.. I almost collapsed to the floor.. My heart sank and my face went monochromic!
Then I went to see him in the hospital, that huge man is lying down on a white bed, unable to move his left side! Thank god his speech is intact, otherwise he and everybody else would've gone into depression! I was trying to soothe him, and reassure him that with physiotherapy everything's gonna be fine, and he'll hop back on his feet (although deep inside I know how difficult it is, and how demanding and time consuming it is!) The good thing is that he still has his sense of humor, he would joke and laugh in spite of his condition! God I love that man!
It was heartbreaking cuz again, he's relatively young to spend a great deal of time in a wheelchair, after being a very active man.. his youngest daughter is 18 months old, will she ever see her dad walking again? :'(
I still can't believe it! He quit smoking 2 years ago, but the main reason for his accident was high blood pressure. A vessel blew up and he started bleeding into his brain :( Thank god his brther took him immediately to the ER, otherwise he could've died..
We decided not to tell my grandma, she could have a stroke herself if she knew! So my mom is bringing her here to Jeddah sometime next week..
Please pray for him to recover as much as possible, and as fast as possible..
Friday, January 12, 2007
Bye Rome!
And I'm back from the eternal city, to the, umm, the, well, not so eternal one lol
What a journey, you haven't lived until you've seen Rome! Scratch that, you haven't lived until you've walked down the streets of Rome!
I walked like I never walked before, actually, throughout the whole week there I never took a taxi! Hell, I walked from my hotel at the center of Rome to the Vatican!
Rome is another experience when you go as a couple, it turns into this totally romantic place where you cn actually hear romantic music everywhere you go *that's amore in particular was playing in my mind all 7 days of'em*..
There were so many churches, so many basilicas, so many beautiful fountains, mesmerizing statues, it's just a huge museum where you keep walking and walking with no particular destination and still enjoy every single second of it, just breath-taking..
On the day of our anniversary, my husband gave me a spectacular gift.. He gave me the most sparkling Solitaire I've ever seen (and believe me I've seen alot!).. I could be biased it being mine but it really is exceptionally sparkling.. I loved it, and I didn't see it coming at all -it was the perfect gift-.. something that lasts forever, reminding me of a beautiful time and a wonderful person that he is, I love him..
Now all romance aside, I HATE HIM!
The day after, we went to the Vatican.. At the entrance of the vatican, there's a basilica named St. Peter's Basilica.. It's beautiful, with all those paintings, and all those statues, you would spend 5 hours just staring and going around in circles! At the top of the basilica, there's a dome (the cupola), for which you should climb 512 stairs or so to reach the top and enjoy the view.. At the beginning of the steps they mention that if you're pregnant, suffering from back pain, or cardiac problems then you probably should reconcider.. and since I don't belong to any of the mentioned above, I went ahead.. After about 200 deliberate stairs in the open air, you have to climb indoors stairs.. What they failed to mention is that you should climb inside a narrow tunnel that barely fits a size 6 person! and I'm CLAUSTOPHOBIC!!!!!!!!
In the middle of the way up (which by the way does not allow you to go down unless you've reached the top and followed a different exit tunnel) I stopped and exploded in tears all of a sudden.. Luckily that happened near to a window where my husband and a couple of American ladies helped me sit down, and take in some fresh air.. I was begging my husband to go down but he kept on pushing me to go up and I so hated him at that time.. Everytime I remember those f'ing stairs I get claustophobic again and get tears in my eyes.. It was a terrible experience that IMO resembles being buried alive!
Long story short, with the help of an italian couple I made it to the top where it was completely worth it, and I got back to loving my husband again lol *climbing down was not a problem thank god!*
If I go on and on talking about Rome I will never stop.. So I will force myself to call it a night..
Two more things,
1. I pierced my nose today *finally*, been willing to since quite a while now :) It hurts like hell, but is absolutely gorgeous!
2. I was forced to see the Gladiator today, I hate all movies in which the main charachter dies, like the gladiator and brave heart..
What a journey, you haven't lived until you've seen Rome! Scratch that, you haven't lived until you've walked down the streets of Rome!
I walked like I never walked before, actually, throughout the whole week there I never took a taxi! Hell, I walked from my hotel at the center of Rome to the Vatican!
Rome is another experience when you go as a couple, it turns into this totally romantic place where you cn actually hear romantic music everywhere you go *that's amore in particular was playing in my mind all 7 days of'em*..
There were so many churches, so many basilicas, so many beautiful fountains, mesmerizing statues, it's just a huge museum where you keep walking and walking with no particular destination and still enjoy every single second of it, just breath-taking..
On the day of our anniversary, my husband gave me a spectacular gift.. He gave me the most sparkling Solitaire I've ever seen (and believe me I've seen alot!).. I could be biased it being mine but it really is exceptionally sparkling.. I loved it, and I didn't see it coming at all -it was the perfect gift-.. something that lasts forever, reminding me of a beautiful time and a wonderful person that he is, I love him..
Now all romance aside, I HATE HIM!
The day after, we went to the Vatican.. At the entrance of the vatican, there's a basilica named St. Peter's Basilica.. It's beautiful, with all those paintings, and all those statues, you would spend 5 hours just staring and going around in circles! At the top of the basilica, there's a dome (the cupola), for which you should climb 512 stairs or so to reach the top and enjoy the view.. At the beginning of the steps they mention that if you're pregnant, suffering from back pain, or cardiac problems then you probably should reconcider.. and since I don't belong to any of the mentioned above, I went ahead.. After about 200 deliberate stairs in the open air, you have to climb indoors stairs.. What they failed to mention is that you should climb inside a narrow tunnel that barely fits a size 6 person! and I'm CLAUSTOPHOBIC!!!!!!!!
In the middle of the way up (which by the way does not allow you to go down unless you've reached the top and followed a different exit tunnel) I stopped and exploded in tears all of a sudden.. Luckily that happened near to a window where my husband and a couple of American ladies helped me sit down, and take in some fresh air.. I was begging my husband to go down but he kept on pushing me to go up and I so hated him at that time.. Everytime I remember those f'ing stairs I get claustophobic again and get tears in my eyes.. It was a terrible experience that IMO resembles being buried alive!
Long story short, with the help of an italian couple I made it to the top where it was completely worth it, and I got back to loving my husband again lol *climbing down was not a problem thank god!*
If I go on and on talking about Rome I will never stop.. So I will force myself to call it a night..
Two more things,
1. I pierced my nose today *finally*, been willing to since quite a while now :) It hurts like hell, but is absolutely gorgeous!
2. I was forced to see the Gladiator today, I hate all movies in which the main charachter dies, like the gladiator and brave heart..
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas Everybody, and a Happy New Year!
Ho Ho Ho!
Xmas to me is also known as my brother's birthday.. It was quite messy finding the perfect gift, especially that he's turning 21, so signed footballs don't work no more lol
After some research, I found that my brother's favorite gadget is his laptop, so I got him a black DKNY bag for it.. hope he likes it he's really picky *fingers crossed*
Didn't have time to wrap it, as I'm packing!
Yep, that's right, it's vacation time! no more vaginas and no more babies *phew*..
(is it weird that I'm hoping some women goes into labor tonight during my flight?)
I'm goin to Tunisia, it's 16 degrees at best this time of the year, and I LOVE winter clothing, it's just so elegant and classy.. All those stockings, short leather skirts, boots, I just wanna take a whole wardrobe with me!
From there, after celebrating new year's eve, my hubby and I are taking a quick jump to Rome, to celebrate our 1 year anniversary :) I'm thrilled, I love Rome.. I have alot of memories there, to mention one, I bought my wedding dress from there this time last year!
So if anybody wants some extra virgin olive oil or some Juve stuff drop me a few lines :P
And if you really really miss me, you don't have to hide it, just say it out loud *actually type it out loud lol* I'm gonna be takin my laptop with me, and i'm gonna try to blog often..
Arrivederci!
Xmas to me is also known as my brother's birthday.. It was quite messy finding the perfect gift, especially that he's turning 21, so signed footballs don't work no more lol
After some research, I found that my brother's favorite gadget is his laptop, so I got him a black DKNY bag for it.. hope he likes it he's really picky *fingers crossed*
Didn't have time to wrap it, as I'm packing!
Yep, that's right, it's vacation time! no more vaginas and no more babies *phew*..
(is it weird that I'm hoping some women goes into labor tonight during my flight?)
I'm goin to Tunisia, it's 16 degrees at best this time of the year, and I LOVE winter clothing, it's just so elegant and classy.. All those stockings, short leather skirts, boots, I just wanna take a whole wardrobe with me!
From there, after celebrating new year's eve, my hubby and I are taking a quick jump to Rome, to celebrate our 1 year anniversary :) I'm thrilled, I love Rome.. I have alot of memories there, to mention one, I bought my wedding dress from there this time last year!
So if anybody wants some extra virgin olive oil or some Juve stuff drop me a few lines :P
And if you really really miss me, you don't have to hide it, just say it out loud *actually type it out loud lol* I'm gonna be takin my laptop with me, and i'm gonna try to blog often..
Arrivederci!
Sunday, December 17, 2006
It's ALIVE!
Thanks everybody for resurrecting my blog :) Glad to see you all bouncing back and not giving up on me ;)
Today was interestingly sad.. It's sad that for us -interns- to learn, someone else must be sick, in agony, or in some cases, dying..
It's common to see an intern -especially surgically oriented ones- jumping up and down cuz they have to scrub in on an operation.. I might advocate the fact that I'm happy cuz I'm gonna be helping a patient get better.. but somewhere intraoperatively, you get carried away and actually enjoy the procedure, and wish you could perform more of it.. I was in surgery today, obviously!
I'm on call tomorrow in the ER.. Do you know what being a Gyne houseofficer on call in the ER is? Duty from 8 am to 8 am? Women giving birth with every breath you take?
Wome are of two types really, either too early, or too late.. They're either rushed into the ER with half the baby already singing Jingle Bells, and you only have to cut the cord, OR, they come and moan in agony for 48 hours till the start to actually get in labor!
But enough about Obstetrics and Gynecology.. Here comes the ood part :)
Since we graduated last June and haven't done anything about it yet, the girls and I decided we should celebrate our own way.. no fancy dresses, no large ballrooms.. We rented a villa in "Durrat Al Arous" for the weekend.. no body but us and probably a couple of Jet-skis.. It's gonna be a blast! Bar.B.Q, caraoke, marshmellows, tanning, it's what we really need after 6 months of hardwork :)
I would ask you to join, but sorry.. you must go through the hardwork too :P
Today was interestingly sad.. It's sad that for us -interns- to learn, someone else must be sick, in agony, or in some cases, dying..
It's common to see an intern -especially surgically oriented ones- jumping up and down cuz they have to scrub in on an operation.. I might advocate the fact that I'm happy cuz I'm gonna be helping a patient get better.. but somewhere intraoperatively, you get carried away and actually enjoy the procedure, and wish you could perform more of it.. I was in surgery today, obviously!
I'm on call tomorrow in the ER.. Do you know what being a Gyne houseofficer on call in the ER is? Duty from 8 am to 8 am? Women giving birth with every breath you take?
Wome are of two types really, either too early, or too late.. They're either rushed into the ER with half the baby already singing Jingle Bells, and you only have to cut the cord, OR, they come and moan in agony for 48 hours till the start to actually get in labor!
But enough about Obstetrics and Gynecology.. Here comes the ood part :)
Since we graduated last June and haven't done anything about it yet, the girls and I decided we should celebrate our own way.. no fancy dresses, no large ballrooms.. We rented a villa in "Durrat Al Arous" for the weekend.. no body but us and probably a couple of Jet-skis.. It's gonna be a blast! Bar.B.Q, caraoke, marshmellows, tanning, it's what we really need after 6 months of hardwork :)
I would ask you to join, but sorry.. you must go through the hardwork too :P
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Glad to be Back!
Oh boy do I miss this little editing box! lol
I was trying to log in expecting to find the usual failure message, but it worked! *does the chandler dance* So bear with me as I don't have anything ready, I'm just mumbling some of the stuff I faced in the last 20 days.. So here we go..
There were alot of deliveries!
I was assigned to the labor room these past 2 weeks, I gotta say I liked it! I wouldn't wanna do it for a living, but the knowledge is empirical! what self-respecting doctor doesn't know how to deliver a baby?
We -interns- do it either supervised by senior obstetricians or midwives..
The normal uncomplicated delivery sounds easy when u think about it, but sometimes you get some kind of 'shock'.. I have to admit, it's a miracle! I mean one minute that baby is inside that distended belly, and the other he's in a bassinet wrapped in a warm cloth..
And don't you just love quiet babies staring into the blues? tryin to absorb all the light? trying to comprehend the sudden change of environment?
What an experience..
Another funny thing, those pregnant women -at the moment of labor- are just so mean and RUDE.. At first I thought it was a personality issue, but then when they deliver and see their babies, they transform into another creature, suddenly so tender and so thankful.. You would swear they took the first woman and replaced her with an identical twin!
What an experience..
Then comes the Caesarian sections; the thing that strikes you the most honestly is that with modern medicine, you can deliver surgically while the lady is awake and having an interesting debate with the anesthesiologist.. Honestly? you have to stop for a second and praise modern medicine! I mean surgeons are down there, cutting, nipping, pulling, pushing, and even suturing, while the mother is discussing the list of potential names she's chosen..
What an experience..
One more "labor room" incident.. After delivering a beautiful baby girl, we looked at the mother and congratulated her for delivering such a cute baby girl.. The mother the suddenly screams: A GIRL??!!! and bursts into ears, and starts weeping real loud.. I was really sad, you wouldn't expect to see that in the 21st century! she wouldn't even look at her own baby! It's a hazard to send them home together! That was really really sad..
I was trying to log in expecting to find the usual failure message, but it worked! *does the chandler dance* So bear with me as I don't have anything ready, I'm just mumbling some of the stuff I faced in the last 20 days.. So here we go..
There were alot of deliveries!
I was assigned to the labor room these past 2 weeks, I gotta say I liked it! I wouldn't wanna do it for a living, but the knowledge is empirical! what self-respecting doctor doesn't know how to deliver a baby?
We -interns- do it either supervised by senior obstetricians or midwives..
The normal uncomplicated delivery sounds easy when u think about it, but sometimes you get some kind of 'shock'.. I have to admit, it's a miracle! I mean one minute that baby is inside that distended belly, and the other he's in a bassinet wrapped in a warm cloth..
And don't you just love quiet babies staring into the blues? tryin to absorb all the light? trying to comprehend the sudden change of environment?
What an experience..
Another funny thing, those pregnant women -at the moment of labor- are just so mean and RUDE.. At first I thought it was a personality issue, but then when they deliver and see their babies, they transform into another creature, suddenly so tender and so thankful.. You would swear they took the first woman and replaced her with an identical twin!
What an experience..
Then comes the Caesarian sections; the thing that strikes you the most honestly is that with modern medicine, you can deliver surgically while the lady is awake and having an interesting debate with the anesthesiologist.. Honestly? you have to stop for a second and praise modern medicine! I mean surgeons are down there, cutting, nipping, pulling, pushing, and even suturing, while the mother is discussing the list of potential names she's chosen..
What an experience..
One more "labor room" incident.. After delivering a beautiful baby girl, we looked at the mother and congratulated her for delivering such a cute baby girl.. The mother the suddenly screams: A GIRL??!!! and bursts into ears, and starts weeping real loud.. I was really sad, you wouldn't expect to see that in the 21st century! she wouldn't even look at her own baby! It's a hazard to send them home together! That was really really sad..
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Adulthood? Not so fun..
I remember when I was younger, I used to look forward to hitting 18..
They made it sound so glamorous, like a new restaurant opening in town, where u can only get in with an invitation, or if you knew someone high enough on the social ladder.. connections..
And then the clock ticked 12, it's July 13th, 2001.. And there I was, blowing 18 candles celebrating adulthood. But then I didn't notice any change or any "fun" in my new club.. I thought they raised the threshold to 21.. I had to wait for 3 more years to join the mysterious, highly guarded club.. I waited 18 I might as well wait for 3 more.. And again, on July 13th, 2004.. I was again blowing candles absent-mindedly.. I'm ready, it's time.. I wanna get dressed and run to the gates.. I don't need connections now, I have an invitation!!
Well, what a disappointment!
The club may look glamourous and mystical on the outside with all the smoke-making machines and lazer lights.. But once you make it inside you're forced to follow some certain rules:
1. You're not allowed to leave the "adulthood" club ever again.. Unless ofcourse you die, or get Alzheimer's disease.
2. If you're seen at another club, you're stamped for life as "immature".
3. You can only socialize with people in the club.. Socializing with others will also condemn you to immaturity..
I never saw those rules when I applied for a membership! I was promised alot of fun, but no one spoke to me about responsibility!
Trust me people, unless you're in it for the alcohol, there's nothing special about this boring, mind-numbing, body-ruining club!
I wanna go back to 18, or better yet 17.. when no one could call you adult.. when you're not supposed to do stuff, when you don't have to kill yourself at work to "live" -ironically-..
I wanna go back to my life with regular pepsi, and full fat milk..
I wanna go back to school..
I wanna go back to my dolls and teddy bears..
I wanna go back to watching Bugs Bunny & Pink Panther..
I wanna go back to sleeping with mom in her bed..
I wanna go back to spending all my money and not making any..
I wanna go back to being irresponsible..
I miss the time when my biggest problem was being forced to eat the vegetables on my plate.
I miss the time when I slept 8 hours every night..
I hate this club! I want out.. I want a sick leave, or better yet; a permanent disability leave.. I'm not fit to be an adult.. It's a privilage I don't want!
They made it sound so glamorous, like a new restaurant opening in town, where u can only get in with an invitation, or if you knew someone high enough on the social ladder.. connections..
And then the clock ticked 12, it's July 13th, 2001.. And there I was, blowing 18 candles celebrating adulthood. But then I didn't notice any change or any "fun" in my new club.. I thought they raised the threshold to 21.. I had to wait for 3 more years to join the mysterious, highly guarded club.. I waited 18 I might as well wait for 3 more.. And again, on July 13th, 2004.. I was again blowing candles absent-mindedly.. I'm ready, it's time.. I wanna get dressed and run to the gates.. I don't need connections now, I have an invitation!!
Well, what a disappointment!
The club may look glamourous and mystical on the outside with all the smoke-making machines and lazer lights.. But once you make it inside you're forced to follow some certain rules:
1. You're not allowed to leave the "adulthood" club ever again.. Unless ofcourse you die, or get Alzheimer's disease.
2. If you're seen at another club, you're stamped for life as "immature".
3. You can only socialize with people in the club.. Socializing with others will also condemn you to immaturity..
I never saw those rules when I applied for a membership! I was promised alot of fun, but no one spoke to me about responsibility!
Trust me people, unless you're in it for the alcohol, there's nothing special about this boring, mind-numbing, body-ruining club!
I wanna go back to 18, or better yet 17.. when no one could call you adult.. when you're not supposed to do stuff, when you don't have to kill yourself at work to "live" -ironically-..
I wanna go back to my life with regular pepsi, and full fat milk..
I wanna go back to school..
I wanna go back to my dolls and teddy bears..
I wanna go back to watching Bugs Bunny & Pink Panther..
I wanna go back to sleeping with mom in her bed..
I wanna go back to spending all my money and not making any..
I wanna go back to being irresponsible..
I miss the time when my biggest problem was being forced to eat the vegetables on my plate.
I miss the time when I slept 8 hours every night..
I hate this club! I want out.. I want a sick leave, or better yet; a permanent disability leave.. I'm not fit to be an adult.. It's a privilage I don't want!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Bring'em On..
There was a time, I don't know when..
I didn't have, much time for men!
But this is now, and that was then.. I'm learning..
A girl alone,
All on her own,
Must try to have, a heart of stone..
So I try not, to make it known my yearning..
I try to show, I have no need..
I really do, I don't succeed..
So let's bring on the men,
and let the fun begin..
A little touch of sin,
why wait another minute?
Step this way,
it's time for us to play..
They say we may not pass this way again,
so let's waste no more time..
Bring on the men..
I always knew, I always said..
That silk and lace, in black and red..
Will drive a man right off his head..
It's easy..
So many men, so little time..
I want them all, is that a crime?
I don't know why they say that I'm too easy..
They make me laugh,
They make me cry..
They make me sick,
So god knows why!
They break your heart..
they steal your soul..
Take you apart,
and yet they somehow make you whole..
So what's their game?
I suppose a rose by any other name,
a perfume and the prick's the same..
I like to have a man for breakfast each day..
I'm very social and I like it that way..
By late mid-morning I need something to munch..
So I ask over two men for lunch..
And men are mad about my afternoon "tease"..
They're quite informal I just do them to please..
Those tripple sandwiches are my favorite ones..
I am also very partial to buns..
My healthy appetite gets strongest at night..
My at-home dinners are my men-friends delight..
When I invite the fellows over to dine..
They all come early.. in bed by nine!
Unfortunately I didn't write this.. it's a beautiful song.. But if I were to write a song, it would be something like this :P I love the words, the music, Linda's voice, everything about this song!
I didn't have, much time for men!
But this is now, and that was then.. I'm learning..
A girl alone,
All on her own,
Must try to have, a heart of stone..
So I try not, to make it known my yearning..
I try to show, I have no need..
I really do, I don't succeed..
So let's bring on the men,
and let the fun begin..
A little touch of sin,
why wait another minute?
Step this way,
it's time for us to play..
They say we may not pass this way again,
so let's waste no more time..
Bring on the men..
I always knew, I always said..
That silk and lace, in black and red..
Will drive a man right off his head..
It's easy..
So many men, so little time..
I want them all, is that a crime?
I don't know why they say that I'm too easy..
They make me laugh,
They make me cry..
They make me sick,
So god knows why!
They break your heart..
they steal your soul..
Take you apart,
and yet they somehow make you whole..
So what's their game?
I suppose a rose by any other name,
a perfume and the prick's the same..
I like to have a man for breakfast each day..
I'm very social and I like it that way..
By late mid-morning I need something to munch..
So I ask over two men for lunch..
And men are mad about my afternoon "tease"..
They're quite informal I just do them to please..
Those tripple sandwiches are my favorite ones..
I am also very partial to buns..
My healthy appetite gets strongest at night..
My at-home dinners are my men-friends delight..
When I invite the fellows over to dine..
They all come early.. in bed by nine!
Unfortunately I didn't write this.. it's a beautiful song.. But if I were to write a song, it would be something like this :P I love the words, the music, Linda's voice, everything about this song!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Warning: Just For Dummies!!
Tagged by Solar Alchemist:
I loved this Tag, u can get reaaaal creative, I had to delete a couple of inappropriate editions :P
Let me see, I tag:
Ache, OT, Lamya, & DiDi..
So, Publish ur own edition ;)
I loved this Tag, u can get reaaaal creative, I had to delete a couple of inappropriate editions :P
Let me see, I tag:
Ache, OT, Lamya, & DiDi..
So, Publish ur own edition ;)
Monday, November 13, 2006
Aya II
Prequels: Chapter I
Just another Monday morning for Maria. Or so she thought.
It was already seven o'clock. In the dorm, where she lived, it was impossible for a living creature to remain in bed after seven. Was it the noise or the smell of freshly brewed coffee? She never knew..
She would wake up, finish her morning routine long before Isabella, her room-slash-soul-mate, would even begin to notice it was morning. For Isabella was the total opposite of Maria.
She was a tall, olive skinned, heavy woman. She wasn't beautiful but she was very charming. She was the kind that you have to talk to her to like her, except that when you do talk to her, you end up loving her. A very funny, down to earth pleasant woman. Was never into make up, hair-dos, jewelery, or even fancy shoes. She was into family, friendships, and lots and lots of laughter.
She was the perfect friend and family for Maria, although they were never related. They just met a year ago when they were interviewed for the job at Cartier's. The funny thing is, they both thought they would never meet again. They were very different that it was impossible for one employer to hire both. What they did not notice is how they completed each other, but ofcourse an experienced boss would never miss that.
Their journey began when they started looking for a place to live. If there was one thing in common between them, it was that they didn't have any money. Living in the college dorms was, no doubt, Isabella's idea. After all they were 18, and no one would mistake them for anything but students.
The "students in disguise" theme worked pretty well for Isabella, but it was constant torture for Maria. Not an honesty issue, it was envy.
Yes, she silently envied her peers. She denied but couldn't help it. She tried convincing herself that she is working by choice. She would succeed but just until the next morning when she has to pass through the gates with all the proud ambitious young women. Every passing day, their ambition grows, and her envy does too. But she never mentioned this to sweet Bella. She wouldn't want to drag a happy woman into her degrading self-pity. It was unfair.
It was just another Monday morning. She'll get through it. She always did.
She wore black stockings, dressed up in a knee-length black dress, perfectly fitting around her tiny waist, matching elegant black heels, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started applying light touches of makeup. Isabella was almost ready, after living with Maria for a year, she learned a thing or two about getting dressed for work..
Maria: No no no, no pants for you sweetheart! One must learn how to flatter their figure. Now you carry most of your weight on your upper body, but you have beautiful slim legs!
Isabella blushed, she only heard the compliment. The glass was always half full.
She quickly changed into a short tight skirt, and now they were both ready to go. They grabbed their coats, their sunglasses, their coffee, and off to work.
It was a monotonous morning, contrary to what Maria expected. It was February 11th, for god's sake, where are all the lovers? No fancy valentine's gifts this year?
But just as she was realigning the limited edition of pink-gold rings they received for the occasion, an overly excited Isabella runs to her and whispers:
A handsome man just stepped into the store, he's out of my league, but he's all yours!
Maria confused -yet hopeful- walks to the main desk and there he was!
She was thinking:
He's not handsome.. I mean he's tall, athletic, perfectly tanned, but not handsome.
He's well dressed, a pair of black jeans, a cream pullover, and a black cache-col asymmetrically wrapped around his neck.
She watched him move closer, she can now appreciate his "not-so-handsome" facial features: The espresso-brown eyes, the seductive wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the full mouth, the lazily-shaved square jaw. This man is not handsome, he is god damn gorgeous!
She continues silently:
Oh well, this kind of men is never single. Why else would he be here in an expensive jewelery store 3 days away from Val...
Before she could finish that thought, the man asked her in a deep, confident husky voice: Would you go out with me for dinner? Say tonight at 8?
To be continued...
Just another Monday morning for Maria. Or so she thought.
It was already seven o'clock. In the dorm, where she lived, it was impossible for a living creature to remain in bed after seven. Was it the noise or the smell of freshly brewed coffee? She never knew..
She would wake up, finish her morning routine long before Isabella, her room-slash-soul-mate, would even begin to notice it was morning. For Isabella was the total opposite of Maria.
She was a tall, olive skinned, heavy woman. She wasn't beautiful but she was very charming. She was the kind that you have to talk to her to like her, except that when you do talk to her, you end up loving her. A very funny, down to earth pleasant woman. Was never into make up, hair-dos, jewelery, or even fancy shoes. She was into family, friendships, and lots and lots of laughter.
She was the perfect friend and family for Maria, although they were never related. They just met a year ago when they were interviewed for the job at Cartier's. The funny thing is, they both thought they would never meet again. They were very different that it was impossible for one employer to hire both. What they did not notice is how they completed each other, but ofcourse an experienced boss would never miss that.
Their journey began when they started looking for a place to live. If there was one thing in common between them, it was that they didn't have any money. Living in the college dorms was, no doubt, Isabella's idea. After all they were 18, and no one would mistake them for anything but students.
The "students in disguise" theme worked pretty well for Isabella, but it was constant torture for Maria. Not an honesty issue, it was envy.
Yes, she silently envied her peers. She denied but couldn't help it. She tried convincing herself that she is working by choice. She would succeed but just until the next morning when she has to pass through the gates with all the proud ambitious young women. Every passing day, their ambition grows, and her envy does too. But she never mentioned this to sweet Bella. She wouldn't want to drag a happy woman into her degrading self-pity. It was unfair.
It was just another Monday morning. She'll get through it. She always did.
She wore black stockings, dressed up in a knee-length black dress, perfectly fitting around her tiny waist, matching elegant black heels, pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started applying light touches of makeup. Isabella was almost ready, after living with Maria for a year, she learned a thing or two about getting dressed for work..
Maria: No no no, no pants for you sweetheart! One must learn how to flatter their figure. Now you carry most of your weight on your upper body, but you have beautiful slim legs!
Isabella blushed, she only heard the compliment. The glass was always half full.
She quickly changed into a short tight skirt, and now they were both ready to go. They grabbed their coats, their sunglasses, their coffee, and off to work.
It was a monotonous morning, contrary to what Maria expected. It was February 11th, for god's sake, where are all the lovers? No fancy valentine's gifts this year?
But just as she was realigning the limited edition of pink-gold rings they received for the occasion, an overly excited Isabella runs to her and whispers:
A handsome man just stepped into the store, he's out of my league, but he's all yours!
Maria confused -yet hopeful- walks to the main desk and there he was!
She was thinking:
He's not handsome.. I mean he's tall, athletic, perfectly tanned, but not handsome.
He's well dressed, a pair of black jeans, a cream pullover, and a black cache-col asymmetrically wrapped around his neck.
She watched him move closer, she can now appreciate his "not-so-handsome" facial features: The espresso-brown eyes, the seductive wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the full mouth, the lazily-shaved square jaw. This man is not handsome, he is god damn gorgeous!
She continues silently:
Oh well, this kind of men is never single. Why else would he be here in an expensive jewelery store 3 days away from Val...
Before she could finish that thought, the man asked her in a deep, confident husky voice: Would you go out with me for dinner? Say tonight at 8?
To be continued...
Friday, November 10, 2006
Ready to SouthPark Yourself?
I'm a huge fan of southpark.. I stumbled across this site long time ago.. and I guess it would be fun to share it ;)
SouthPark Yourself!
This is me with an attitude loooool
Time to TAG!
I wanna see BJ's, Ot's, Alchemist's, Saro0na's, Ahmed's, and Ache's..
Get it moving people, I wanna see you southparked!
SouthPark Yourself!
This is me with an attitude loooool
Time to TAG!
I wanna see BJ's, Ot's, Alchemist's, Saro0na's, Ahmed's, and Ache's..
Get it moving people, I wanna see you southparked!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Objective in Life?
A fellow blogger -Ahmed- asked me the toughest question anyone could ask me at this time..
"What is your main objective in life?"
That is too broad a question, and before I can answer you, I must first answer myself!
I owe it to 4 corners of my life,
Myself
My family
My friends
My career
My main objective in life would be to keep it a fair square, not lean to one corner more than the others and lose the balance..
Currently, the balance is tipped over to my career, that's quite understandable now that I am at a crucial spot, where I must decide what I wanna do for a living.
Being a woman makes it much more difficult.. For instance, when a man decides he wants to do surgery, nobody questions him! but should a woman -godforbid- decides she wants to be a surgeon, everybody around her would start questioning her sanity!
I remember the first line of advice I got from someone in my family:
"You should go into pediatrics."
That's it, period.
I spend 7 years in med school, so that I come this day and listen to you, and do pediatrics.
I reponded that I don't like pediatrics, it's in fact my least favorite subject!
He then says:
"then you should do gynecology!"
That's it, you solved my problem, thank you very much.
You see, the image of a Saudi female doctor is set to be either a pediatrician, a gynecologist, or at the most an internist. Very few make it to surgery unfortunately.
When I decided I wanted to do surgery, the question I was asked the most was:
"So you don't wanna get married?"
but then I did, and the question changed to:
"Oh, so you don't wanna have children?"
I admit that doing surgery is a commitment, I am aware of that.. But then going into med school was the beginning of that commitment.. I don't struggle through 7 years of torture to come at this final point and just quit my ambition for a bunch of dementic people who think a woman should only serve women and children!
I'm not saying that I'm seeking to be equal to men, don't get me wrong! Women that want to be equal to men lack ambition!
I know a couple of colleagues that decided to do laboratory medicine, or an easy non-demanding specialty like anesthesia or dermatology. It's good that a person knows his limits and doesn't run after false dreams. If that is the only way for them to keep their "fair square balance", then I applaude them for their decisions. But it is nobody's right to tell anybody what they CAN'T DO, and what they SHOULD DO instead.
I am an artist, I love sculpture, I have an eye for symmetry and beauty.. I'm an inpatient detail oriented perfectionist. Now what self-respecting creature would throw their skills and talents out the window just because someone else "thinks" they're better off that way?
"What is your main objective in life?"
That is too broad a question, and before I can answer you, I must first answer myself!
I owe it to 4 corners of my life,
Myself
My family
My friends
My career
My main objective in life would be to keep it a fair square, not lean to one corner more than the others and lose the balance..
Currently, the balance is tipped over to my career, that's quite understandable now that I am at a crucial spot, where I must decide what I wanna do for a living.
Being a woman makes it much more difficult.. For instance, when a man decides he wants to do surgery, nobody questions him! but should a woman -godforbid- decides she wants to be a surgeon, everybody around her would start questioning her sanity!
I remember the first line of advice I got from someone in my family:
"You should go into pediatrics."
That's it, period.
I spend 7 years in med school, so that I come this day and listen to you, and do pediatrics.
I reponded that I don't like pediatrics, it's in fact my least favorite subject!
He then says:
"then you should do gynecology!"
That's it, you solved my problem, thank you very much.
You see, the image of a Saudi female doctor is set to be either a pediatrician, a gynecologist, or at the most an internist. Very few make it to surgery unfortunately.
When I decided I wanted to do surgery, the question I was asked the most was:
"So you don't wanna get married?"
but then I did, and the question changed to:
"Oh, so you don't wanna have children?"
I admit that doing surgery is a commitment, I am aware of that.. But then going into med school was the beginning of that commitment.. I don't struggle through 7 years of torture to come at this final point and just quit my ambition for a bunch of dementic people who think a woman should only serve women and children!
I'm not saying that I'm seeking to be equal to men, don't get me wrong! Women that want to be equal to men lack ambition!
I know a couple of colleagues that decided to do laboratory medicine, or an easy non-demanding specialty like anesthesia or dermatology. It's good that a person knows his limits and doesn't run after false dreams. If that is the only way for them to keep their "fair square balance", then I applaude them for their decisions. But it is nobody's right to tell anybody what they CAN'T DO, and what they SHOULD DO instead.
I am an artist, I love sculpture, I have an eye for symmetry and beauty.. I'm an inpatient detail oriented perfectionist. Now what self-respecting creature would throw their skills and talents out the window just because someone else "thinks" they're better off that way?
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