Return of the Prodigal Son

If i recall correctly, my last update on this dead piece of electronic scribbling paper was somewhere back in 2008 when I was still stuck in the land of Chisel Stone a.k.a Batu Pahat. Man does time fly as it's already 2010. Back in the ancient 2008, i was wondering what sorta rubbish i was gonna expect when i was to be a houseman. Fast forward to the year of 2010, i'm in that pile of rubbish, sorting out the mess that surrounds the life of a houseman if the word "LIFE" even exists in the dictionary of housemanship.

This journey of housemanship so far has been quite picturesque of sorts, I've had really bright days when it looked as if squirrels were running up trees being naughty, throwing down nuts at elderly couples sitting on the park bench below. Then there were also the days when it seemed like the sun loss all it's gas and suddenly fuzzed out causing the entire universe to face a sudden blackout causing a firefly's sparkle to seem like a supernova in the sky.

As of now, where am I in this destination? Well..... somewhere in the middle of the road. Hoping not to get run over like one of those frogs which are flat like a piece of dried sotong after getting squished by a car in their vain attempts to cross the road in the middle of a damp night. So far i've only passed through 3 postings and am now stuck in my 4th. This is pretty much how i see things:

O&G: Medical Plumbing for Dummies
Paeds: Very much like sesame street with a ward sister who reminds me of Oscar the Grouch
Medical: The ultimate refugee camp... All under one roof
Surgical: Hellhole for hobbits

So yes, i'm stuck in the hellhole for hobbits. Why hellhole? Well.... it's a hellhole as the name describes it. It's almost like a lake of burning sulphur which burns bones to ashes and where gnashing of teeth literally occurs. I've no idea why surgeons everywhere love being a malignant bunch when all the world really needs is peace, love and joy. It doesn't help any further when "Hotel California" seems to be the favourite hit among surgeons operating in the extremely chillingly cold theatre. It literally feels like hell freezing over. Else than that, there's nothing really much to cheer other than a new group of colleagues who are superb.

In the few postings which i've been through, i've met loadsa characters. Some brilliant and some who are "brilliant". Ever heard that asthma caused by the lack of oxygen at night because photosynthesis is low at night and not because of airway hypersensitivity? That's food for thought. But yes, these are some of the comments i've encountered during rounds. But there are also those who are extremely good and competent at what they do and do things with a smile on their face. These people really motivate you to want to become a better person everyday.

In surgery, my new pals have been rollickingly awesome. Su Ee Shyn the other half of the Su twins has been our livewire. Philosophical at most times but absolute spanking fun to hang out with. Then there's Lydia, our MO. Always jovial especially when answering the phone. She sounds better than the operators working at the Waldorf Astoria... even though i've never called the Waldorf Astoria before. I assume they are that nice. Next would be Tay.... the houseman consultant. He looks so much like a consultant that even other housemen introduce themselves to him. Following which is Chen which I don't have to comment much about. The song by T.I. - Whatever You Like, pretty much describes him. Next is Radha, the ultra hardworking ffirst poster. Then there's Muhammad Tayyib which i don't think i need to comment much about as i've been stuck with him for an insane 7 years. Sheesh. Then there's Adrian. One cool feller who doesn't need a labcoat to prove he's a doc. All great lads and lasses. I think i'll need a whole day to describe everyone on detail but i'm obviously not going to as my bionic left arm already hurts from typing this first blog posting in a freagin long while.

Looking back at things, it does sounds as if it's been quite a ride so far, and to be honest, it has. But at the end of the day, I know my job is to be a servant of God. Doing what He has entrusted me to do for His glory. I know I may not see the light at the end of the tunnel yet but I know that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord.

As Phil 2:13-14 says... "for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure. Do all things without complaining and disputing." It's a tough act to follow but may this be my prayer for this day till the day I return to be with my maker. Amen.

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