Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Joy to the Tears

There is no feeling in this world to equate to a post-call after an eventful call.

And there is no feeling quite like realizing, 'Damn, I have the best colleagues.'


There I was, trying to resuscitate an unstable patient in the Red Zone.
Green cases piling up in the background.
Some yellow cases too- being handled with my other shift partner.

Some friends left a Christmas party in the maternity ward momentarily, just to see how things are in the ETD.
Saw the "festivities" taking place in the ETD (*cough*disaster*cough*).

And immediately began clerking green cases. Helped me and encouraged me in decision-making regarding the resus case. Helped me try NIV and coax the patient to follow through- even though that failed quickly.

Helped look after the patient as I called boss for the nth time that night to aid in decision-making.

When the time came to intubate, they were there at the ready- one holding the BVM, another positioning the patient's head, another holding the pre-meds- in lieu of the SNs and MAs who were busy suturing, serving medication, and registering other patients in the background. Supporting me emotionally as my nerves were tattered and frayed from all that has happened.

When intubation was done, they helped set up the ventilator (I am next to clueless when it comes to ventilator settings), secure the placement, fill out and send the post-intubation CXR form.

Stayed there a while longer to ensure everything else was running smoothly, giving input when needed.


They could have spent that time in the ward singing Christmas carols, enjoying more of the delicious food arrayed, chatting about fun stuff or enjoying the reactions as presents were being exchanged, cheery Christmas music playing in the background, laughter a constant presence.
But they didn't.

They helped out someone in need instead, in a place less desirable: filled with beeping monitors, disgruntled relatives, patients groaning in pain and body fluids galore, air filled with infectious microbes- during their off-hours.

If I could award them with APCs, I would award one to each of them. Because my colleagues put the needs of their friends and patients in front of their own desires.


They are the best Christmas presents I have ever received. 

Monday, 19 November 2018

Dignified and Truly Professional

"Dr, Klinik XX nak hantar satu patient. NCC*, non-local post-SVD** 3 hours ago at home. Patient unconscious--"

"--S^#T!" I responded in the most dignified manner possible.


There are several cases that warrant the most dignified response possible when you're located in a remote setting over an hour from a specialist hospital:

- Maternity cases with a high chance of morbidity and mortality
- Paeds cases (especially under 5 years old) with a high chance of morbidity and mortality

Those two are the most important to remember; the rest are nowhere near as frightful.

Because at the end of the day,

even when the patient was roused from a deep and seemingly unrousable slumber by you;
even if the blood pressure picked up and heart rate dropped rather dramatically after your fluid resuscitation;
even if the patient managed to arrive at the referral hospital with almost-perfect blood results, normalized vital signs, fully conscious and cheerful;

if the patient dies at the referring hospital
- leaving you flabbergasted as to what the heck happened there after all that??,

YOU
ARE
GUILTY
OF

...

SOMETHING.
Trust me.

Cry two nights in a row and then, puffy-eyed, go to the mortality meeting and explain how you have done everything within your means to help the patient; fingers will still point toward you for something completely out of your immediate control.

How would you think the patient will die because of a diagnosis you cannot arrive to, simply for the fact that it hasn't developed yet at your center nor do you have the facilities to diagnose it?
Doesn't matter, you were the cause for not having prophetic powers.


Conclusion:
1) Mortality meetings exist solely to shift the blame and not, as they are touted, to improve patient care, avoid further mishaps or 'banana trees fruiting twice'.
2) Don't become a doctor. It sucks.***




*NCC - non-clinic case
**SVD - spontaneous vaginal delivery
*** Okay it has its perks. But seriously don't do it unless you have a ten-metre-thick face and a heart encased with 5-ft steel, resilient to the most pointed misfortunes, insults and humiliation directed to you. Or just go non-clinical, heard the grass there is so green it's fluorescent.

Monday, 1 October 2018

Minefield, Field of Mine.

You would think that after being an MO, you would have more days to be free and thus type in your blog.

THINK AGAIN.

It's not the time that is the issue; rather, the fact that you are too scared to voice your opinion because somehow, with the so-called upgrade in your job title, comes even more fear of being reprimanded. You are even more accountable for what you say.

Hence the anonymity.

I have so many things to say that at times, I am almost bursting. It doesn't help that so many interesting issues are viral particularly in the healthcare sector. But, as always, I prefer to keep mum and let the more outspoken and confident people deal with what they would. Any word or action can and will be held against me at the most unexpected moments.

What a minefield, this field of mine.

*****

I have never pondered quitting so much as I do now.

During my housemanship this was not something I lingered on. I believe I do not have the option to quit, and that I should grit my teeth and bear any form of torture until I am free of this probationary period, when things would become better.

Little did I know things will never become better in this minefield. It just gets seemingly worse.

I am still getting my measly HO salary, but money's not the main issue.
My on-calls are almost always not worth the stress and hours.

You think the brunt of scolding ends at housemanship? Think again. It's not a pleasant experience being scolded, much less when you are being devalued for having less knowledge than a medical student- in front of your juniors and patients.

This is worse for MOs who are not serving within a department with its own boss- the jacks of all trades but masters of none. The KK and district and OPD MOs.

There is too much anxiety and second-guessing. It's getting worse by the day, and quitting seems to be my everyday mantra. It's weird because we are thought to be living relatively peaceful lives.

So guess who just found out that clinical life is not meant for her.
At least, not in this country.
Not in this very toxic environment.

I never thought I was stupid, particularly, but I'm rethinking that thought entirely.
I think too many of my brain cells died and created large dams of negativity held in by strong anxiety walls, surrounded by forests of fear. There is no path for the river of knowledge in my brain anymore.

Everything dead-ends.
Never have I been so unhappy.

Is this the real life?
(DON'T continue singing. Oops, you continued...)

I want to better myself by armoring myself with knowledge and experience but knowledge is a word that sounds too much like no-ledge and it is slipping off of me, repelled by me, and I am scared that I am not getting the blessing nor fruit from all this stress.

I do not know what to tell my parents. Their whole lives led up to this moment of seeing me as a doctor in the family. And now barely 3 years later I say I want to quit?

So, that's what I'm doing right now.
Grinning and bearing, until it gets more bearable, because people say it will.


Saturday, 7 July 2018

What Irks

You know being an MO is not all that bad.

Says the MO who has never had to go to a mortality meeting.


And once again I am going to talk about how much I detest the bullying culture that is rife in our  healthcare system.

There I was, in a workplace that is mine but not really, and all the MOs think it's alright to shout every single order to their HOs.
One of the nicer ones even told me, 'It's fine. Use them as your outlet. I do it all the time.'

Um, what?

Of course one can't really go all 'Oh but that is very wrong!' and go on a diatribe on positive workplace environment when one is just briefly visiting, so all one can say is, 'Oh, I'm not really much of a screamer-type. I think.'


It makes me think of my hospital back as a HO, and I thought... Damn, that was a good place for HOs to be, all things considered. Even in one of the most well-known malignant departments throughout Malaysia, we had it good. Most of my MOs do not shout nor humiliate unnecessarily, and some became very good friends of mine.


It starts from the top, as always. If it is very important to the specialists and HOD especially that no bullying should occur, then bullying would be very rare indeed in such a department. If a person is allowed to berate and humiliate their juniors publicly in front of their boss without being reprimanded for doing so, then chances are such behaviour will continue and become the culture and norm.

Which is unacceptable, for me.

Yes, patients' lives are at stake. And you defend your actions by saying you only have the patients' best interests at heart and want your juniors to 'learn'.
Yet all you are teaching them is how it is okay to lose your cool and displace your frustration to those who can't speak up against you. And why is it even necessary to publicly humiliate a junior for the way he/she talks? It's not a life-threatening issue, is it?


I hear one say 'Oh I was nice when I first started. But these kids keep on making the same mistakes and month after month I became 'malignant','

May I just ask, Is it because month after month these HOs change, perhaps, to newer batches?

It's not like we've all never done a lot of the mistakes they did.
I am all for being upfront and scolding where it is due. But do not do so with impunity. Do so with care, and the full intention of correcting and helping, rather than just venting out your anger.

Yes, there will be days when our bosses i.e. specialists and super senior MOs (another race not to be trifled with) scold us, for what seems to be the HOs' faults in the first place.
They will scold us regardless, and talk behind our backs- just as we do behind theirs.
STILL does not make it okay to scold our juniors and nurses unnecessarily and especially publicly.

Instead, reflect on what happened. Maybe you needed that humbling kick in the butt to remind yourself of your place in this world.


I hope I won't evolve into a 'malignant' boss. God forbid.

Thursday, 12 April 2018

Never Enough

It has been a long while.



It's funny, because I now have more time than I had the past 2 years as I have already finished my housemanship and am 'floating' in our ETD. In this department, floaters are not really accountable for much nor do they have the usual workload of a HO. Floaters work 8 to 5 with lunch breaks. And I have floated for over a month.

In other words, I have been very unimaginably lazy.

I also have gone for a rather lavish vacation overseas in some countries far colder than Malaysia, and I just have to say if it weren't for my parents I wouldn't have been able to afford even half the trip with what I earned the past two years unless I spent money the way I did as a student. Also, that half my heart is still where my vacation was. I am incomplete.

Speaking of incomplete.

I have received my new placement and I am glad to say, it is in Borneo.

GLAD?!

I am glad to say, I have not appealed to stay in Semenanjung.

But I did ask for a 2-week delay to report for duty, as I was informed quite late of my hospital (which will stay anonymous) and being quite the lone ranger, I need a lot of time to pack up my 2 years' worth of accumulated sentimental garbage.
And furniture.
Bet you ten sumpit-ed crocodiles they don't have IKEA where I'll be posted.

Which means I have to majorly save for my move back to Semenanjung if I were to move within 5 years, which is probably the case.

To those 2 of you who read my blog, thanks for following my rather truncated journey through HOship and here's an update:

I'm still alive.
HOship was the bomb.



Monday, 22 January 2018

Procedures, procedures

I have a 100% success rate with chest tube insertion and a 66% fail rate in intubation...

Of course, those involve really tiny sample sizes so they are very inaccurate.

I have the rest of my life to improve my sample sizes?

You wish the view was this nice all the time. Sauce


P.S.: Turning your failure rates into statistics may seem smart, but it's actually rather demotivating and may lead to sudden bouts of screaming out loud. So, sensitive junior doctors out there, don't do it.