tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34455452011-12-09T07:40:22.122ZI'm medical student no more. I shall not feel sorry for myself anymore. I shall not dwell in self-pity. I brace all the challenges with a positive attitude. I am Doctor Yen.Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.comBlogger2091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-16894511099202167632011-11-15T11:31:00.004Z2011-11-15T13:01:07.522Z

Yesterday I saw 6 month old Amin, and the mother immediately told the husband 'This was the doctor who delivered Amin!' Gosh, it's been at least 6 months already since I left the most exciting posting (O&G). Motivation level is at an all time low. I am actually now quite envious of my sister's job as an office lady (OL) as I imagine her going into work at 8am completely relaxed, starting the day

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-44433881392706975672011-10-19T05:56:00.003+01:002011-10-19T06:08:57.266+01:00

I'm now trapped in a viscous cycle of self apathy. Nothing in life interests me - Unmotivated - Uninterested - Stays at home - Eat - Watch TV / Play computer / Read story books - Sleep.I wish I could go back to those days in university and college. I was a busy lady. Every minute of my life was filled with something meaningful. The course was hectic, but still a ride in the park. I do part time

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-33584332846210253212011-07-31T16:38:00.003+01:002011-07-31T17:07:45.338+01:00

I am angry at my little sister. Angry at her immaturity. Angry that she never takes advice. She just moans and expects people to listen to her going on and on about how other people are always the ones with bad ideas, and no one listens to her brilliant points.All I was doing was to try to make her realize that she's not the only one in the world fazed with problems. She said her friend suggested

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So four months have passed and I have finished O&G. I have enjoyed this posting and really would not mind doing it again. The following two points summarises my feeling towards O&G. Dislike: Treated like slave, too many oncalls (max for me 12 in a month), calling the whole of Peninsular Malaysia hospitals to find ventilator for our prem babies, TDS round, medico-legal issues, having to refer

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-56097834093457280812011-04-18T21:00:00.000+01:002011-04-21T17:12:24.030+01:00

In my team, it is not compulsory for HO to present the patient in ward round. When the medical students were around, they presented all the patients. And when they were gone, the registrars would present all the cases. Nevertheless, every weekday morning is a stressful time in my team because there is a daily grand ward round. So sometimes, when few registrars have gone on leave, she/he in th

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I have been in O&G for more than a month and a half now. The reason that I have not written about it was because I hated it. But it has changed now and it is really out of expectation. I hated O&G at the beginning because everyone seemed so hostile. Whenever people speak they speak to me or I speak to them, it’s as if they want to pick a fight, even with some of the fellow HOs. The atmosphere

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Postcall. 9 admissions, two unwell patients, slept 1.5hr last night, which was luxury for house officer. I think I am getting better at managing my call jobs, like having a quick rest while waiting for IV lines and blood taking to accumulate first, then go and do them all at one go. Also getting more efficient at clerking new patients. I'd like to think that MOs like being oncall with me because

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It pains me to write this but it's important to reflect. Here it continues.I clerked him in. He was admitted through the respiratory clinic for a few days of fever and cough and was relatively stable apart from the lowish blood pressure. Pneumonia is pretty bread and butter stuff for us in medicine. The previous doctor seen him has given him lots of IV fluid to help with the BP. But when I saw

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My job is sometimes so exhausting physically, emotionally and intellectually that I feel like walking off for so many times. I have posted something nice, now something of the opposite. Since I've started working, several patients under my care have died. Some were expected (and we issue NAR - Not for Active Resuscitation before whenever possible) and some weren't. Several patients have come back

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I like general medicine because we use our brain to work out problems. Surgeons always say they are not in medicine because they are not clever enough. That's partially true. The physician's brain needs to think systematically yet in multiple layers in different directions in order to know what's actually happening to give the right treatment (as oppose to surgery, where the question is usually

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.Everyone of those bulleted names needed to be discharged. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!.

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1. Overlook Last week I missed an important blood result in one of our seriously ill patient which indicated that the patient might have had a heart attack. I was taking blood for our patient in another ward when a staff nurse told me that my ward called me back as prof was doing her rounds (she does come randomly and unpredictably). I quickly settled that and went back. Just as I joined the

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Debbie, me and my ex-registrar (Dr Yusniza)Pink day - students, me, Aida, Yusniza, Dr Rosmadi (my ex-registrar - standing in the middle without whitecoat) and Dr Andrea (my ex-specialist - petite one standing next to Rosmadi on the right)Me, my ex-MO (Dr Aida) and my ex-registar (Dr Megat)Blue day - students, me, Aida, Megat and AndreaOncall room Me at work and post-call (can you feel my

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If some fool or visionary were to say that our aim should be to produce the greatest health and happiness for the greatest number of our patients, we would not expect to hear the greatest cheering from the midnight house officers: rather, our ears are detecting a decimated groan - because these men and women know that there is something at stake in house-officership far more elemental than health

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I'm not bad at blood taking and cannulation, so I do get called a lot to help out especially with difficult ones. But who knows my hidden hatred for such patients? The sorts of patients that i hate are: 1. Nephro - cannot use one hand because needed for AVF formation; needs blood taking daily to monitor renal function and VBG, stays in hospital for ages because they just don't get better. Worst

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Yesterday was one of the worst days since I have started working.   On call the night before was not particularly heavy. But one of the new patients had a seizure requiring urgent CT brain, and another was vomiting and bleeding fresh blood (with other issues like extremely difficult vein and relatives who refused to let me poke her to save her lives. Acutely ill patients like this takes up a

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MondayDon't remember what happened on Monday. Probably nothing significant. A group of 10 final year medical students came to join us in the ward. Their job is to make me happy. I am their boss. I am so grateful they are here. Dr Andrea gave me a pen and a notebook (to write down my jobs) - that's very nice of her and I am grateful for the presents (hope I won't lose them because of the past few

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-35303113880162110312010-10-23T14:27:00.007+01:002010-10-24T14:44:50.676+01:00

Day 1Reported to the hospital at 9:30am. A big pile of forms to fill in. Met another new house officer (HO), Sara. We were supposed to go to another four places to settle the admin stuff: the department of medcine, general admin, security and white coat. Didn't manage to do the latter three because our head of department wasn't around on that day, whose signature is required to complete the

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She is the coolest and the hottest lady in town. An outright extrovert, she expresses whatever she is feeling. Mainly through body language. Because of this, I think she is cool. Sometimes, I sing to her and ask her how was my singing, she would say 'Good, very good...' with a smile while carrying on with her kitchen work and I carry on singing. I really enjoy helping her with her housework

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-6455871833425120422010-08-07T19:21:00.001+01:002010-08-07T19:25:12.058+01:00

Teaching basic life support to Wan Teng..

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-13449854592609186092010-07-04T08:42:00.008+01:002010-07-04T09:51:03.310+01:00

The worst nights are the ones when you are sleeping but actually half awake. The worst days are the ones when you are awake but actually half asleep. I had such a day yesterday. I knew the first thing in the morning that it was a bad day. I just couldn't concentrate on anything. I went to Bristol for a surgical conference. I nearly miss my morning train to Bristol. And then at Bristol, I told the

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-8925119415116172832010-06-23T10:00:00.003+01:002010-06-23T10:33:50.010+01:00

There you go Wan Teng - another new vocabulary for you.I did an audit, and emailed both the statistical analysis and conclusion to the consultant. It consisted two word files and one spreadsheet weeks ago. Our exchanges thus far have been via email. I met him yesterday for the first time since this audit started. Admittedly the writings are long winded and painful to read. The second file is

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-78975909974770491022010-06-06T20:28:00.006+01:002010-06-07T02:10:25.177+01:00

Historically speaking, I was not the master of hands on skills. I get bored easily. If I didn't do things well at the beginning, I'd quickly get impatient and abandon the task. I used to learn the piano. I love playing but I rarely play anything to perfection. I can count the number of songs I can play without a mistake with my ten fingers. Even up to exam time, I played the wrong note and stop

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-16496188218964020982010-05-03T21:48:00.007+01:002010-05-03T22:01:48.950+01:00

Last weekend, I performed in my last concert with the university chorus. It felt very under-rehearsed on Thursday but we have come a long way over the next two days. Saturday's concert was so-so (It sounded like a good rehearsal but not up to performance standard) but Sunday was great. One particular phrase of the Te Deum (Verdi) always gave me headache as I strained myself to sing it all in one

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-78100736372459257682010-03-28T11:53:00.010+01:002010-04-01T19:30:25.322+01:00

The neurosurgery placement for the last four weeks was a perfect career taster, and I found it very palatable indeed.Before my fifth year, I had swear I would never ever do surgery, mainly because I don't understand how I could enjoy it. But my perception has changed in my fifth year as I am allowed to do more in theatre, sometimes even performing part of the operation itself. Neurosurgery had

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-87103885831006570262010-03-13T16:48:00.000Z2010-03-13T16:49:22.952Z

Your view on yourself:Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-77339476082905653702010-03-09T20:49:00.006Z2010-03-10T18:15:11.261Z

News are running wild in my hospital regarding a surgeon, when performing an operation for ectopic pregnancy, ruptured the aorta accidentally, resulting in a rather disastrous bleed. I have heard various groups of people talking about this over coffee/lunch. With medical students and the surgeons, we generally want to know what happened, how's the patient and how's the surgeon as when things like

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-90396673672545415542010-02-20T01:14:00.003Z2010-02-20T11:04:29.672Z

Instruction outside the station: Please examine the patient’s heart   Me: (Introduction, Some difficulty with exposure as the lady was shy to take off her bra. Then Inspection, Palpation and Auscultation, then turned to examiner)   Examiner: Are you finished?   Me: Yes, I think so.   Examiner: Are you sure? No other examination to do?   Me: Yes, I am sure.   Examiner: Ok. Present

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I'm annoyed today. We (the fifth years not on elective in my hospital) were sent an email a while back telling us that we have to attend a mandatory communication course on health promotion. We were warned that if not we will be sent to the hospital dean to explain ourselves.So I left the morning clinic at Wigan early to take a train to Manchester then another bus to Hope Hospital where it was

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-29288164434432536042010-02-16T20:03:00.007Z2010-02-19T17:17:33.089Z

The few weeks towards the exams were the worst. I did not do any revision over the Christmas holiday. I did not develop enough sense of urgency to start revising yet. I remember thinking what else it is that I could possibly not know? I kept on telling myself to open the books and start memorising things, but I was much more interested in Doctor Who and the whole lot of tantalizing festive

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-71549150414372866212010-02-07T23:38:00.002Z2010-02-07T23:44:43.347Z

I am going through an anticlimax. It was not a short battle, so I do not expect this to resolve in a blink. Let’s recollect.Finals. Every final year medical students start worrying well before the beginning of final year. This is the most important exam in medical school. Everyone know it, the students, the teachers and even some of the patients!I started thinking about it much earlier. For a

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Tears have run dry. I cannot believe that I have let the mental block defeated me this time. It's a harsh lesson and I have let all my supporters down. There will never be a next time. I am ready for the next battle now. Whatever that comes my way on Thursday, I will face it being stronger that ever. .

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-84114323511956316102010-01-21T11:00:00.003Z2010-01-21T11:18:12.209Z

about my OSCE. I don't think I've done enough to pass. If I fail I think it will be a borderline fail. If I pass it will be borderline as well. I've not failed any OSCE before. But I've never achieved above average grade either. I was on the wrong frame of mind when doing the OSCE, kept on overhearing other people doing their stations and thinking how other people are doing so much better than I

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-62918713919788383652010-01-17T17:41:00.004Z2010-01-17T18:01:12.159Z

1. (from Hannah - my final year revision study buddy) An examiner said to her once 'You looked confident. Do you enjoy taking exam?' And she replied 'Yes, of course'. Exam is the only short period of time we are allowed to show how much we know. So we must make the most of it and enjoy it! She makes it sound like we are going on a wonderful holiday...2. (from mummy) People around you, people who

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Beautiful day! When I'm in revision mode, I tend to me in my little world, locking myself in the room with the curtain closed. What a surprsise this morning when I go out to see the whole ground, trees and building snow white! The snow was just above my ankle deep. NICE. Bus was super slow, I thought I was late for the lecture, but when I arrived half of the people had not arrived yet.This is the

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-31389388362708662432009-12-29T16:18:00.006Z2009-12-29T17:54:11.786Z

My best placement ever as a medical student was a four week attachment to the A&E department at Blackburn in my third year and I have since looked forward to returning to this hospital. Enthusiastic and motivated students get a lot out of this hospital as the staff are ever willing to allow students to get involved. Over the years, I have met many senior students who spoke highly of this hospital

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-24937400263941978402009-12-19T11:35:00.001Z2009-12-19T11:37:52.433Z

I read this very moving article in the theatre coffee room. Have a look. It's a long one, but I wish it had been longer.Necessary Angels - National Geographic December 2008.

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-1938863233947687492009-12-11T21:33:00.002Z2009-12-11T22:38:43.751Z

Since my secondary school days, at the beginning of each day, I will decide if a day is going to be a good or a bad day. If it is going to be a good day, I'll be as productive as possible and make risky decisions. If it is going to be a bad day, I will keep my head down and let the day would pass uneventfully. I decided that last Wedsnesday was a bad day on the morning ward round. I knew the

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On one of the afternoon after the home visit, my GP said he would nip back home for a while to get some soup, so I followed. My jaw dropped when I saw his house. It was the perfect house really. Big and beautiful in a guarded community in the middle of a breathtaking countryside. The kitchen looked like Gordan Ramsay house's kitchen on television. I was just quietly admiring all the bits that I

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-23689814131084352522009-11-08T21:26:00.005Z2009-11-09T01:14:57.285Z

I just downed three mug full of expresso strong coffee and swallowed 5 chocolate digestive biscuits. Am very very HYPER now. Have to get off my chair to star jump every few minutes.Am about to write an email to explain why I am have been such a lazy procrastinator. I am ashamed of myself. Hope that person won't be too angry at me...Continue working!!!Just broke my favourite pink bowl when cooking

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-53584663675622127562009-11-04T21:20:00.005Z2009-11-04T22:36:29.501Z

When I went to a facilitation training session 2 weeks ago, we were asked to list things that we do well + why do we do well and also things we don't do well + why. It was an interesting exercise, I learnt quite a lot about myself in just two hours.One of points raised in the discussion was rather interesting. Many people felt that many a times, they are not able to do things to their maximum

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-45374638639224400392009-10-23T19:26:00.003+01:002009-10-23T19:31:57.223+01:00

I caught two old ladies with dementia gossiping about me while I was in the ward round.Lady 1: (pointing towards me) 'That lady, do you know her?'Lady 2: 'She the student'Lady 1: 'She will be a good doctor'Lady 2: 'Yes, she's always got a smile on her face'My registrar: 'See even demented old ladies think you are going to be a good doctor, so you definitely will be a good doctor'Why are these

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-50225439563530371252009-10-17T15:28:00.003+01:002009-10-17T15:51:35.972+01:00

I think this lucky gentleman is one of those that I will remember forever. He presented to hospital with diarrhoea. I was the first to see him in our ward. I took a history from him - he lied all the way (ok, I'm being too harsh, he has dementia and was actually two years behind us as he was telling me stories of his life two years back...). I felt a mass on his abdomen arising from the pelvis

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-42266726501611711952009-10-13T04:02:00.002+01:002009-10-13T04:25:25.643+01:00

I'm getting stressed every single morning over the Oxford Road buses. Basically these buses have to stick to their own scheduele but then they arrive at my stop early. So getting from where I am to the city centre can take 10 minutes or 30 minutes, depending on my luck. If I'm lucky and the bus is in a hurry, it would zoom pass the stops very quickly, jump the red light, overtake the traffic etc.

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It ought to be, but full confidentiality almost impossible when you are in hospital. We draw the curtains around, but they are not sound proof. I was just on the computer reading some patient notes when I overheard a pastor talking to one of the patients. It touched me. She has a terminal cancer and she has been low in mood and been angry at everyone ever since I first met her. She asked the

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-13547836204679802862009-09-30T02:11:00.003+01:002009-09-30T03:35:23.126+01:00

Aunty visited late this month. I'm not usually glad to see her but today I am. This marks the end of my the low mood, low confidence, low motivation and generally low in everything for weeks.Busying myself with clinical work has definitely made me happier. I'm on my second day in geriatric medicine. I am really enjoying it. My consultant is very enthusiastic to teach, my SHO has been very

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-34436332191047478902009-09-27T01:23:00.002+01:002009-09-27T01:27:16.616+01:00

Government considers extending cervical cancer vaccination to adultsKOTA KINABALU: The government will consider expanding the free human papillomavirus (HPV) immunisation programme to include protection against cervical cancer for adults.However, Deputy Health Minister Datuk Rosnah Abdul Rashid Shirlin said that providing the vaccine free to adult women would depend on whether her ministry had

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-18304729034060952972009-09-12T06:05:00.004+01:002009-09-12T06:20:56.714+01:00

Did you realise that charming people are such rare breed? I met one. It was the consultant in the clinic. Actually his most charismatic moment was when he did the introductory lecture last week. I remembered that I was still so busy talking to my friend when he was already ready to start and he looked at me, and I instantly fell silent... I don't know how he did it, it was as if he was able to

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-1772613255231761542009-09-04T11:13:00.002+01:002009-09-04T11:20:57.127+01:00

that if i'm rubbish, people would just spit it out at me. I wish they would not keep on saying that it's fantastic and it's excellent and and it's a job well done and all that shit, when in fact it's just a pile of truly dispensible shit. Then I may not think all along that I'm such a star as they described and be so disappointed and so sore in my heart and to be feeling so ridiculous and

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-36798944647997913202009-09-03T23:31:00.002+01:002009-09-03T23:35:27.115+01:00

I have been thinking about it, I have been looking forward to it. I can imagine myself being so proud to end up there. But in the end I am deemed not good enough to get it. So much for hoping.And the next step? Putting a brave face for the world to see.Nevermind. C'est la vie..

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-45148073209681779972009-08-31T20:21:00.005+01:002009-08-31T22:56:39.055+01:00

Tomorrow I will be a final year medical student. As I mentioned in my previous post, 3rd year was an unhappy year so I made action plans in order to make 4th year less miserable one, and 4th year was BRILLIANT! Now I think in a way it is nice to have had a bad year because I was able to make changes and look forward to a better year. With my 4th year being so full of moments of euphoria, I'm not

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-33120268778718228192009-08-30T05:06:00.002+01:002009-08-30T06:28:33.701+01:00

Joining the chorus was one of the best thing I have done in university. I only joined this year for several reasons. Third year wasn't a particularly happy year for me and I spent a lot of time reflecting on why this had occurred. One of my action plans was to participate in activities where I can get away from medics and meet some non-medics. Watching 'Last choir standing' and 'Maestro' over the

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-5082472018844481602009-07-25T10:36:00.003+01:002009-07-25T11:49:00.433+01:00

The fourth year draws to an end with the completion of the 11 weeks project option period. Before I started the PO I was sceptical about it being something 'enjoyable'. I thought 11 weeks is a long time for such a small piece of work, and I would have loads of free time to persue my own things. Turns out quite the opposite really.I must admitted that I have been extremely lucky to have found an

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-89968593688981900842009-07-08T15:48:00.003+01:002009-07-08T15:52:33.434+01:00

I like this one more!!!If you want Yee Leng to draw you one, go to visit her caricature shop.

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because I can't seem to stop eating.because I can't seem to stop messing around with facebook and wikipaedia and blogs, anything but not my report.because I can't stop itching, which is a sign that I'm stressedbecause I can't bloody concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing, which is my report!!!.

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-53666058319492223212009-07-07T07:52:00.003+01:002009-07-07T07:56:09.275+01:00

This is supposed to be me. The artist is of course my artistically gifted sister Yee Leng. I love it!

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I am writing in response to your report: “Maid’s day off: Most against idea, govt wants more feedback” (The Star, 18th June 2009). I am quite disappointed with the results of the poll.My background is in medicine and we are constantly reminded to treat others as we would like to be treated. But it doesn’t matter whether you work in healthcare or not, this principle should apply to everyone we

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-62139459289479778032009-06-25T23:50:00.000+01:002009-06-26T08:25:07.910+01:00

'Mr D is bleeding tears. Can you come and have a look?' the nurse said with some panic in her voice. Me eyes went wide opened, and my first thought: Exorcist!Nah... it didn't look like that at all. We had a look and the nurses pressured the SHO to get him seen by an ophthalmologist. It was a very busy day and I was asked to make the referral. I foolishly agreed.Firstly I needed to know who to

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-24502460548692981282009-06-19T12:10:00.003+01:002009-06-19T18:15:29.760+01:00

*****Occasionally when I walk pass student flats and smell food that I know and I like, I would crave for it uncontrollably. Such happened about a month ago. It was the chicken dish that women in confinement eat. I love confinement food. They taste spicy and appetizing. So I asked mummy for the recipe. Apparently it requires wine, so for the first time in my life, I bought a (small) bottle of

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-10978876041113341042009-06-14T08:20:00.001+01:002009-06-14T08:21:43.877+01:00

I feel like curling myself under the duvet. for the past few days. want to avoid the world as much as possible. not good..

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-85899446924498795832009-06-12T13:42:00.002+01:002009-06-12T14:05:01.840+01:00

I was out with some friends yesterday and they asked if I've ever thought about not wanting to do medicine. I said no, not since I've started anyway. And they were surprised, and asked why. 'The patients.' I answered. Will tell you about this two patients I've seen this week.A elderly patient in the stroke ward. Very sweet, seen shuffling up and down the ward with his zimmer frame. Reminded me of

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-47127655829399669912009-06-07T11:23:00.003+01:002009-06-07T11:28:07.933+01:00

I saw Mr G in the ward round last week. He was sitting out on a chair. Eyes wide opened, alert. ABCDE was perfect. Could even whisper a full sentence 'when do you think I can get back to normal'! He's now all ready for rehabilitation. So happy for him!!!!!.

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This is medical post. I saw an exciting procedure done on a stroke patient today which yet again steered me into the reflective mood.Mr G is a previously fit and well 50 year old father of two who was admitted with stroke last week. It affected his vision, speech, swallowing, right arm and leg. He took a turn for the worse yesterday. He had another big stroke affecting the brainstem and he

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-43516367405750264352009-05-28T05:58:00.007+01:002009-05-30T14:36:31.238+01:00

What I'd like to talk about today is based on a malaysian girl who always comes to me before her OSCE exam to get advice and to practise. She is a year below me currently preparing for her end of third year exam. And whenever she comes, we would end up in a lengthy chat on language, confidence etc etc.She's a malay malaysian, brought up in a malay community and secondarily educated in a boarding

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-36898028073666903622009-05-04T20:48:00.003+01:002009-05-04T22:27:21.861+01:00

When my room is messy, I'm most probably:-Stressed-Not sleeping well OR sleeping too much-Not eating well-Procrastinating-Depressed OR frustrated OR feelingless-Generally not very efficientJust to give you an impression of how messy my room is at the moment, on the floor I see:-Books-Papers-An umbrella-A handbag-A pair of socks-A saucepan-A paperbag-Two biscuit wraps-A pair of jeans-A

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-72841065408534718572009-04-19T23:06:00.005+01:002009-04-19T23:41:13.773+01:00

On the second or third day of my trip while chilling out in my apartment with my friends I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of deja-vu, which must had been a dream I had a few years back. It was a weird dream of living together with 7 other crazy second year medics whom I’ve not known before up on the mountains in France. How impossible is that? - I never thought it would ever happen in this

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-73308950082297520912009-03-30T20:04:00.007+01:002009-03-30T20:46:32.119+01:00

Last weekend, I was one of the volunteers to help out in the Global Health Conference attended by about 400 medical students from all over the UK. My personal highlight of the weekend was the workshop that I delivered.Conducting a workshop is nothing new to me. I have, since my second year in medicine, been leading various workshops on training of generic skills like leadership, publicity,

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-23580091084298917662009-03-15T08:46:00.003Z2009-03-15T09:03:35.027Z

Constipation is a very common problem for people of all ages. I met a 7 year old girl on Friday who impressed me with her unique way of managing her problem. Basically for her it started when she was about 3 years old, complicated by a slightly deformed rectum and anus. Nowadays what she does is to make sure that she poos 2-3x a day, and to describe her poo according to the stool chart.The aim is

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-86648047017056980502009-03-01T20:20:00.003Z2009-03-01T20:24:14.858Z

From very early on in the clinical training, we have been told that learning medicine (especially in Manchester) follows the principle of how much effort you put in is how much you get. This suits me well. Armed with unrivaled eagerness at the beginning of third year, I went to the wards everyday 9am - 5pm. But it didn’t take that long for me to realize that the principle only works in the ideal

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-6918665060100839692009-02-07T20:32:00.003Z2009-02-07T20:36:00.986Z

I have been in front of the computer all day wasting time, playing games and surfing the internet. Sometimes, when there are just so much to do, I shut off and do nothing. I don't know why. Perhaps half expecting the work to go away, and half realising that I won't be able to do everything to the standard I want to and so just give up. I am really disappointed with myself whenever I am like that.

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-22942332640930923232009-01-31T13:40:00.010Z2009-01-31T15:30:10.984Z

My first ever memory of learning to read was trying to follow the chinese characters of the children's sing-along music video. I remember my father being so impressed that my sister and I could read the lyrics of songs in the whole video by the second day since the video was purchased. My parents are avid readers. Pa had a gigantic bookshelf in our living room upstairs. When I was young, I used

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-60540733333057379852009-01-27T21:12:00.004Z2009-01-27T22:41:36.791Z

I am now on my fourth week out of seven in obs and gynae, and I better write something about it now while I feel positive about it. It is one of the better organised placement. Seven of us in a group are each allocated to one consultant. In my case I have two of them since they both only work part time in this hospital.On a typical monday, I would spend the morning in the antenatal day case or

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-66624629973772685092009-01-25T21:29:00.002Z2009-01-25T21:33:50.297Z

May the year of Ox brings us all peace and prosperity!.

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-16243460574268868112009-01-16T22:15:00.002Z2009-01-16T22:41:56.785Z

24th aniversary of me popping out of my mum's birth canal. For two birthdays, mum has been describing to me how, for the first time in her life, her water broke and a gush of warm water rushed through her thighs and legs. It's lovely to hear these things..

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-70060334829195012402009-01-03T00:46:00.008Z2009-01-03T14:46:37.560Z

The following are a few things I did for a first time in my life in 2008.- Away from home for more than a year now (My choice and no regret. But it's been difficult. I missed my family shifting home and at least two weddings and two funerals)- Worked over summer- Lived with a flatmate who smoked cannabis in his room (but I didn't know it was cannabis until after he left, I only knew that the

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-74220758216083334982008-12-27T04:28:00.011Z2008-12-28T01:40:11.489Z

I was attached to the clinical genetics department for three weeks before the Christmas holiday. The department deals with genetic referrals for the north west of England. I sensed that it was rather academic and research based. I have never been in one department with so many professors before.I enjoyed the non-medical side of things more than the medical. Contrary to my expectations, there were

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-47858258946986071072008-12-20T01:26:00.002Z2008-12-20T01:37:25.663Z

Today is a sad day.It's result day. I managed just a pass. I don't understand. Especially the 3/7 in the psychiatry history station. I have been getting 3-4/7 for all the history stations for the past three OSCEs now. I don't know what was wrong. I was sure I asked all the necessary questions. Perhaps the examiners think I was being too nice to the patient - I do have a tendency to do that and I

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-20458477412675513552008-12-16T08:28:00.003Z2008-12-16T08:33:49.862Z

The attention and concentration part of my mental state is very poor. Must be those rubbish food that I have been eating for the last few weeks. Why does this always happen when I have a million things to do?Do not despair. Everything will be over by Friday.No it won't. I hate christmas. Like many psychiatric patient, I find it a difficult time of the year to cope. My heavy workload and busy

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-65290318354960305352008-12-15T15:51:00.003Z2008-12-15T15:56:35.470Z

I hate people who want to be right all the time. Unfortunately it's very common among Malaysian, especially those with Y chromosomes. So frustrating talking to people like that - don't they realise that each time I talk to them, I don't want an argument, or indeed to expect any opinion from them? I find these people often exceptionally egocentric. No one else in the world matter other than

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Another week with constant rush of adrenaline am afraid. Will not bore you with every single details. Am waking up with morning headache almost every day, accompanied by blurred vision and poor balance. Am very deprived of sleep at the moment, so will try increase my sleep and see if the symptoms disappear.Four things which stressed me out this week:1. CB cake saleWe did it last year but I did

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-59107931450677535402008-12-08T00:09:00.006Z2008-12-08T01:26:53.997Z

Last week, I was bordering the state of manic following the frantic revision for OSCE, meeting my family and fighting my way across London (along with six people from Malaysia) and back to Manchester. Good old adrenaline kept me going.OSCE was on Thursday, testing our competence on neurology, psychiatry, orthopaedics and rheumatology. Almost none of the pathological signs and symptoms I spent

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-65165881317939530122008-11-15T21:39:00.012Z2008-11-16T16:26:27.855Z

Just about the most annoying question that medical student like me come across is 'Which specialty to you want to do?'. People love this question: patients, doctors, nurses, parents, relatives, strangers. Why do I hate the question? Because I truely don't know. So is more than half of the medical students. We are seeing new things everyday and everything new we see would interest us in one way or

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-53271943191293275152008-10-26T10:16:00.001Z2008-10-27T21:31:03.521Z

Monday was so eventful. In the morning, I was at Hemsley House in Salford for a consultation process event with the PCT about the future of the Horizon Centre. I was so happy to meet Naj and Rebecca, and a few asylum seeker patients. I love talking to asylum seekers – I feel I interact with them really well and reminded me of the good times I spent doing voluntary work with refugees and the SSC

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-14284016835220481352008-10-25T09:20:00.002+01:002008-10-25T09:23:29.867+01:00

On inspection: Index finger was missing on the right handMe: Why is one of your fingers missing here?Old lady: My husband bit me. I had to had it removedMe: (Speechless...)

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My PBL group had a potluck dinner on monday. I made 'Prawn cake mummy's special'. Other food on the table were: That was a hell lot of food. We had 12 courses in total! Some of the people were so overwhelmed that they went back home and dreamt about the dinner..

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Sometimes sitting in with GP can be very frustrating. For a start, I resent the university forcing us to attend the GP every monday throughout the whole of the fourth year. That's a fifth of the time spent at the GP. And it has to be a full day - I was told off for going back to the hospital one monday when the GP let us off at lunch time. I'm not saying that there is nothing to learn in GP

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-29556904224658191962008-09-07T22:25:00.004+01:002008-09-07T22:28:04.264+01:00

Sorry about the somber post. Don't know why am I feeling so gloomy and grumpy lately. Maybe it's the weather. Manchester weather has been terrible!Rain rain go awayCome again another dayAh Yen wants to go out and play!.

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I am beginning to doubt if I have made the right decision to work in this profession. I am a perfectionist, by nature and nurture. I hate mistakes. It used to take me very long to get over a tiny thing although I'm getting better at the art of ignorance (or any better word for it?).There were many times when I have done things the wrong way and have result in some damage. I am going to give three

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-53999786324929401772008-08-31T10:30:00.003+01:002008-08-31T10:40:11.084+01:00

Letter 1Dear all,After reading all the chain mails and blogs, I feel called to reply, because of the relentless attacks and allegations -- most of which are inaccurate or baseless -- against PETRONAS.PETRONAS' STAFF SALARY & BONUS1) The salaries paid to PETRONAS' employees are not as high as people think. At best, they are just industry average. And these are not attractive enough for some who

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I hate being back to uni. I'm so tired. Trying to overhaul my sleep pattern. And trying to overcome the residual laziness from holiday. Some many other things about hating to start again. Too many.

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-66968836110872535462008-08-21T00:03:00.006+01:002008-08-21T09:24:54.425+01:00

I don't usually get angry when I'm at work. The hospital that I normally work at is fantastic, and I think the patients in this hospital are very lucky to receive such great care. Today was an exception.H is a 94 year old man who has 'deteriorated' and 'dying'. Eventhough he couldn't express himself in words, if he is in distress, his body language would tell. It was 10 minutes before the end of

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-82478937598727733262008-08-15T12:38:00.002+01:002008-08-15T13:05:19.920+01:00

Just watched the men badminton single's semifinal which featured top Malaysian player Lee Chong Wei. Gosh it was so exciting to watch. I kept jumping up and down, huffing and puffing, cheering and shouting, clapping and banging my table. It's funny to listen to those BBC commentators talking. They kept saying that Lee is 'a reactive player', 'lack urgency', 'passive' etc and I kept shouting 'shut

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-13841304172814045642008-08-11T10:42:00.003+01:002008-08-11T11:23:53.313+01:00

I don't usually remember my dream but last night was an exception. In the ward I was working yesterday, there was a patient, RH, who was a bed bound patient, confused and noisy. He kept shouting very loudly for attention. He wanted help to make him more comfortable, which required arranging the pillows and moving him up the bed. I tried my best but he still wasn't comfy. So I asked for someone

Yee Yenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582664731936725494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445545.post-72214131213703534332008-08-05T21:39:00.003+01:002008-08-05T21:44:29.287+01:00

We learnt simple mathematics in french today and it had been very very difficult. The process of thought just takes so long. In english, malay or mandarin, I can do 34-12 = 22 in 2 seconds. In french, it took me about 2 minutes to work out and say out the whole thing. I have to change the number from french to english, then calculate in english then translate the answer into french again.

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I don't like working in psychiatry wards. The job itself may seem relaxing but I just feel mentally drained each time I finish a mental health shift. I was working in a male psychiatric intensive care unit (PICU) today. I was really scared when I first went in (but I was experienced enough to put on a confident face) because all the guys looked so strong and muscular, and they talked about how

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S is a driver of the nursing agency I work for. He brings us to and from hospital which is miles away. I am not much of a chatter in a minibus especially as I feel sick really quickly. So I've not really know him much eventhough we've met on quite a few occasions now, but I know he's a really nice fella. Today he picked me up first and we spent about 20 minutes waiting outside another place for

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I don't believe in god. But if I do, I would ask god for things I have no control over. I would ask god to keep my family and friends to be safe and sound, strong and healthy, happy and enjoying life. Sometimes I would ask god to take the rain away and give me a sunny day, or let me do well in an exam. I won't ask god for money. But would anyone do that?My relatives do. Some of us chinese pray to

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Bonjour! I'm determined to learn french well. I met lots of patients from African countries who spoke french in my GP placement and I hated not being able to understand their conversations with the GP (who spoke very good french). Many other reasons to learn french: it's (one of the) language of love, it's one of the official languages within the UN and it is my secret ambition to work one of the

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I am back from the first round of my summer travel. Thursday: Went to London by megabus (surprisingly comfortable for £10). Then went to Greenwich and visited the the Royal Observatory and the Prime meridian, the Old Royal Navy College, the Queens house and the National Maritime Museum. The view was breathtaking! Spent the night at the Malaysian hall. Friday: Joined the tour group and

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Some of you might be wondering why the long silence. The answer is simply laziness, specifically the post-exam laze, although at the moment it seems ages ago since I've had my last OSCE. Time really flies....I'm now on the third week of my SSC attached to a GP practice. Unlike ordinary practices, we specialise in providing primary care for asylum seekers only. In February this year when I

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