November rain.

It’s been raining heavily today. I heard the loud thunder from the labor room. Perhaps because of the rain, that’s why lesser people coming to the hospital? But we can’t control when the baby is coming out also. Those babies seems like they know that it’s raining heavily that’s why they don’t want to come out first.

Sorry for not replying to your comments. I’m working from 6.30am till 12 midnight DAILY. Yes, I work from Monday till Sunday. And I only get to sleep about 4 hours per day and my whole body aches from head to toes. But I must admit that I’ve grown (not sideways la!!!). I become better each day =D. It’s little but I can feel the difference. Even the most cold blooded ignorant MO also started to talk to me today. He only talks to the certain smart HO usually.

I gonna end my tagging soon but not sure if I should. Most people want to off tag earlier so dat they can rest more. But I still think that I’m not good enough. Still got a lot to learn. I can handle normal pregnant woman without any diseases and send them to labor suite, conduct a delivery and repair the torn perineum. But when come to an emergency case, I feel so lost. Not sure what to do. Hydralazine or Labetolol? Insulin need how many dosage?

I want to be a good doctor, not just cincai finish my case and leave the problems to other doctor and then wait to go home and go watch movie. To tell you the truth, I noticed there were many like this. I don’t think they are good enough to be there. Whether they think that I’m kurang ajar or wat just because they are so-called more senior than me, I don’t care because I know I am good and I’m doing my best to help. The only thing that no one can stop me is going back to my family. I’ll freaking slap you bitch! I know some people beh song because I was allowed to go back earlier from my tagging time. But at least the MO knows that I did my job and I’m tired.

My parents came down to cook for me, of course I should at least show face at home. Regardless who, no one can stop me from going home. If that bitch want to go complaint to MO so much, and in case that got me into trouble for going home slightly earlier, the most mah I quit lor. Not like I desperately in need of money to live. My father can afford to feed me and pampers me with things I want. I work because I enjoy helping people. I enjoy making people smile. Each time someone says thank you and smile back, I feel happy.

Okla time to sleep. Tomolo have to wake up for work.