Thursday, November 7, 2013
On Societal Excrement and Tertiary Educated Toilet Paper
Yieha !! I'm back !
After several months of writer's block, a period of social life stagnation, weeks of longing for home and a heart break, I am back. Yay for you ! Yay for me ! *applause PRN*
For those who have forgotten, I am a medical intern at the present time- 11 weeks of assorted rotations away from becoming a resident medical officer (whatever that means- the thought of needing to go back to med school bugs me more these days than it ever has).
I have survived 11 weeks of the emergency department- full of patients emerging from the cracks on the streets and of life. Work in an Australian ED, you'll understand what I mean- hey you intern! Pick up after these societal excrement and make them fragrant again ! Fix their problems ! I don't care if its a vague pain present for 10 years now- I want it fixed tonight ! I don't care if its a morose old migrant woman not getting any attention from her family members save her crippled old dog, I want you to understand what she's saying, and fix her abandonment tonight ! I want all these patients to be transferred to a non existent ephemeral ward bed within 4 hours of them presenting to this packed emergency department. I don't care if you haven't sat down to gather your thoughts, or had anything down your throat other than airborne microbes from your patients, work ! work ! work ! (ok this is unfair to my bosses- they were very very kind- despite their kindness- it was really stressful. Again, my bosses were really nice and helpful- heheh)
"I donno, maybe you can teach me deep breathing techniques" said my shaking, sweating, agitated young male patient, who appears like he stuffs boulders under his skin in his free time and probably has no functioning gonads- hours after taking Ice and coccaine; and possibly years after injecting steroids. Hell was in my heart that night. *flushes down M&Ms with lemon pop*
It reminds me of this case of severe epigastric abdominal pain- complete with the pale face, sweating, tummy clenching, rolling around middle aged migrant male who is married to a GP. Enough to make one with experience as abundant (no) as myself rush to his boss- "this guy has an acute abdomen ! ". To which my boss- also my supervisor replied "right....~hold on...you're a doctor now, tell me your differentials"- to which my panicked self was unable to answer fluently. Which is bad news for yourself- all non english speaking background, all flustered, with hair all over the place and possibly cracked lips from not having had anything to drink all day- the appearance, both of your panicked self and your panicked presentation- not great for your supervisor to remember you by.
My boss then went around- pressed around his tummy (with the patient just saying "ouch" all the time- and then saying it's not painful where he was being palpated- it was an ouch for his general pain) and the patient, all frustrated that he was being poked around and wanting to be seen "soon ! this may be appendicitis..right?" just said yes "it hurts there" when he was palpated in the right iliac fossa (which he didn't mention before- i suspect his wife has been educating him while I was away- curses! ).
My boss then called the surgeon and told him that this patient has appendicitis. Patient sold !
Severe epigastric colicky pain with tenderness on palpation in the right iliac fossa - diagnosis ?
If you answered appendicitis- congratulations ! You are fit to become an emergency physician !
If you answered - "i don't think this is appendicitis- sorry" then you are like me when the surgeon asked me "do you think this is an appendicitis ? Seriously? "
I saw on facebook today an ode by our much beloved modern age Malay Prima Donna- Siti Nurhaliza to another much admired Malaysian character Tok Guru Nik Aziz. A man well worth the praise and adoration of Malaysians- well known for his iron grip on principles and honesty- a gem amongst rocks.
It reminds me of a critique made by a Malaysian historical and cultural pundit- Farish A Noor on the Malaysian society; how we long to cling on to our ancestral practices of feudalism and dependence on demigods and kings and heroes to make life better for ourselves. A hero bringing salvation and answers to our plight. A hero to carry the burden of our sloth, our ignorance, our apathy, our impulsivities- a hero to be perfect; who will carry us across our oceans- as Moses did for the Israelites.
We make up our people- our rotten society is a reflection of our individual traits. Sure, that's a blanket claim- but isn't it true? Our societal negativities are all our apathy, recklessness, narcissism, pride - jumbled into one big mess. Fixing it must be by the hero of our collective narrative- our own selves.
Dig out our principles- hold on to them, spread it to others. Practice it in life- God knows our society craves for some diamond age old principles.
I guess it's no wonder that it felt good when I told the surgeon what I thought (or didn't think) the problem was - how I wanted to say to my boss
I'd love to help myself and the ED out- and get this patient seen by the surgeon with a good and firm diagnosis within 3 hours of his presentation to ED- ridiculous the diagnosis may be.
But please let me keep for myself some integrity.
Yours sincerely
Azfar
p.s.: So how is my story related to all these ED presentations, my steroid laden patient, my boss, Siti's song and Nik Aziz ?
p.p.s: I wanted to say that, but of course I didn't say it- I'm not your hero.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Not Bullet Proof After All
Its ironic
The time taken to decide a matter of 2 years, in just 2 nights
After the second conversation
Its ironic
A call to end began with a question of how to move forward
Its ironic
The diary entry saying everything changes today, I now know what to do
Its ironic
The one secret fear I shared you made true
Its ironic
That day I was reading lots of stories about optimism and great reliance on God; about His decisions and fate as we know it. I kept myself solid, I knew nothing could faze me. I thought I knew how to feel. I was wrong.
Maybe it is true, I'm not ready.
My services to my family
My own prayers
My own thinking
May own thoughts
Wake up buddy !
You're not bullet proof after all.
The time taken to decide a matter of 2 years, in just 2 nights
After the second conversation
Its ironic
A call to end began with a question of how to move forward
Its ironic
The diary entry saying everything changes today, I now know what to do
Its ironic
The one secret fear I shared you made true
Its ironic
That day I was reading lots of stories about optimism and great reliance on God; about His decisions and fate as we know it. I kept myself solid, I knew nothing could faze me. I thought I knew how to feel. I was wrong.
Maybe it is true, I'm not ready.
My services to my family
My own prayers
My own thinking
May own thoughts
Wake up buddy !
You're not bullet proof after all.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
A Letter from A Youth Without Heart
To the most
honorable Ustaz Hassan al-Banna
Assalamualaikum
warahmatullahi wabarakatooh
Have you ever
heard of the man with a dead heart? Nay, if the heart mentioned here is one of
the organs of the body made of red flesh, which withdraws and ejects blood, he
would certainly have it. This heart that enables him to live and continue
living. But unfortunately, the heart that contains his passion, strength and
livelihood, is absent.
He knows good
as small it may be, he knows evil even if elusive. And oft he truly feels and
comprehends a person from their faces and would respond appropriately as such.
But he doesn’t have a heart.
Meeting an old
friend after a long time, he would grasp his friend's hand ever so tightly,
indeed, he would even hug him. But his heart remains frozen, unmoved. He
advises others; "be, you, this and that" and mentions various
propositions and evidences for his advice, yet his heart further hardens and
remains unswayed.
He smiles to
good news. He wrinkles his forehead at bad news. Yet his happiness and sadness
are only his reflexes, while his heart stays silenced and unwavering. He states
love and hatred towards people. Yet
looking at his heart, it remains quiet without words.
He stands up
for prayers, giving it his all, reads the Quran and tries hard to concentrate.
He reads the verses of his prayers such that people would say "He is
definitely concentrating". Yet, feeling his heart, he finds it deaf and
unfocused, even when he understands everything that he reads.
This is the
picture of this man's heart. I have not added or omitted anything from it.
Would you suggest that his heart is similar to the usual hearts of others?
I am given a
mind, but my heart is defunct. I can feel my mind thinking, working, living and
making its presence known. But when I try to feel all that in my heart, I can
never find a way to.
Know that, now, in this moment, you have heard about the man without a heart.
Know that, now, in this moment, you have heard about the man without a heart.
He has made a
pact with you and you have taken an oath of allegiance from him. Would you
stand to have a soldier of yours living without a heart? Can you help him reignite his heart so that
it will again be able to be moved and feel what his tongue says? This is a disease
in one of your soldiers, that would sadden you upon knowing it. Thus I shall
not name him till I can tell you that he is cured.
Waalaikumussalam
In reply to
the youth without heart
Waalaikumussalam
warahmatullahi wabarakatooh
I have read
your correspondence and am deeply affected by the sincerity of your language,
the beauty of your courage, the finesse
of your conscience and the livelihood of your heart.
My brother,
you are not of those whose heart is dead as you may think. But you are a youth
whose intuition is keen, spirit pure and
soul tender. If not so, you would have definitely denied your feelings. But the
magnitude of your enthusiasm and your
goals (purpose of life) have made you perceive the big matters in your life as
small and you feel the need for supplementation in regards to them. There are no problems in that, it is how it
is meant to be.
I feel what
you feel, I walk as you walk *(I think it means, "I hear you" and I can see where youre coming from) and I will try to give you some advice. If, these advice benefit you
and by obeying them your thirst is quenched and your illness cured, then all
praise is to Allah/Alhamdulillah for His Guidance. But if it fails to do so, I
would be happy to meet with you so we can together work to recognize this
disease of yours and find a cure to it.
To make companionship with the
khushu'/solemn/focused, who are always in deep thought, to mingle with those
who always contemplate in solitude, to be close to those that are righteous/ God conscious and pious,
whose from faces rays shine and from hearts you will gain more
makrifah/knowledge of God/intuition about God- and these are few- is a good
remedy. Make effort to be friends with these people, to always be in their company, make them a
point of return and connect your soul to theirs, connect your spirit to their
spirit and spend most of your free time with them. Be wary of those who are
pretentious. Find people who lift your spirit, whose actions lead you to do
good deeds and upon seeing them you will remember Allah. Befriending these people
would be a potent cure, because the nature of man is that they constantly
steal, and so a heart is affected by another heart, and a soul takes example from another soul. Hence, try
to find these good souls for your companionship.
My brother,
Contemplating,
dzikr (glorifying God) during blessed moments, supplicating while observing the
beauty and magnificence of nature, uncovering the secrets of the charm and
grandeur of the universe, to scrutinize with the heart and dzikr/glorifying God
verbally about these astonishing signs of majesty and this august brilliance,
are one of the things that gives life to the heart and shines it with faith and
confidence. Allah swt decreed;
Indeed, in the
creation of the heavens and the earth and the alternation of the night and the
day are signs for those of understanding. (Ali- Imran: 190)
My brother,
Subsequently,
thinking about society, witnessing misery, happiness, plight and peace,
visiting the ill, comforting/cheering up those whom misfortune had befallen and
knowing that the sources of misery takes the forms of anarchy,
disbelief/denial of the truth, cruelty,
disobedience, self centeredness/narcissism, egoism, being beguiled with the
trivial; all these are the strings acting on the heart that will reunite its
shattered pieces and resurrect it from its demise.
Hence, strive
so that your presence brings cheer to those who are sad and affected by
misfortune. Nothing is more potent for your heart other than doing good for
those in need, helping those who are victimized, or sharing feelings with those
in plight or in sadness.
My brother,
The heart is
in God's Hands. He flips it by His will. For that, be zealous in your prayers so that He gives life to your heart, expands your chest with faith and showers
you with confidence as rewards and bounties from Him. Say your prayers in
propitious moments and during suhoor as prayes during suhoor is like an
unstoppable arrow flying towards the Arasy.
I do not doubt
your sincerity in achieving your purpose and the honesty of your confession.
Allah swt decreed
"Indeed,
Allah only accepts from the righteous [who fear Him]." (Al-Maidah: 27)
Your brother,
Hassan Al
Banna
Dear readers, I have promised you this a long time ago. But things came and occupied my head, this got thrown to the back of the pile.
For those who are wondering what this is about, you may refer to the blog post:
Well...truth be told, no one actually responded to the contest ! Surprise !!! Not really...~ I'm not entirely sure why, possibly because no one would bother that much about this....~
Oh well ! by the time I posted the competition up, I actually have come up with the translation myself. Later, I asked a friend to look at it and give me feedback, but he seemed to have looked at it using his bum...and sat on it for...forever.
So here it is !!!! For your reading pleasure. Please send me corrections/ comments as you feel appropriate.
Friday, March 1, 2013
On The Second Cannula That Nearly Made Me Cry
It must have been
three or four months since my last entry on this blog. For those who have been
anticipating my writing for the duration, I apologize for two things; firstly
for the silence, the presence of which has always scared me for I've always feared
the unknown. Secondly for the upcoming silences that I predict will happen over
this next year as I ease myself into this new and exciting part of my life.
Given the chance,
spirit, time, and a swanky new keyboard, I would love nothing more than to type
my experiences away for a shameless expose' of my life over the past few
months. The current circumstances though, dictate otherwise. Most nights I get
too tired to open my eyes after the clock strikes ten and my fingers crave
nothing more than just a handful of blanket while my mind whirled into sweet
respite, trying to forget the expectations of tomorrow and the mistakes of
today.
I am not by any
means trying to relay spite or hatred towards my occupation, in fact, I love it
! Yes, I get to do nothing more than secretary work day in and day out,
answering to superiors about things I cannot and could never control, things I
don’t fully understand about; but I find the successful difficult cannulas, the
prescribing of aperients to constipated patients to good effect, explaining
situations to people about themselves and families in ways that make them feel
calmer and safer, and supporting fellow interns on days when things get just
too much; absolutely joyful.
And during these
thirty days that I have started working; there have been days when things go
smoothly, expectedly, and unexpectedly
so. And these days make me feel grateful. On the other end though, there
have been days when shit happens, expectedly and unexpectedly, and so much so;
I felt that I was just barely keeping my head above the water.
This short period of
time has also shown me so much in practicality about the ethical issues that
were discussed in Uni.
Don’t get
emotionally involved with patients. That is what they have always taught us.
And this self has always been reluctant to follow this order, as wise it may
be, as easy or logical it is, as he sees the unforgivable flaw of being objective when dealing with
human beings.
However I got a
smack in my guts and a cut in my heart only the other day for my stance; when a
patient of ours developed a surgical wound infection after waiting so long for
the operation, after countless stabs and tests. I felt I was responsible for her,
and as I tried to put a cannula in for the intravenous antibiotics; and failed
the first time, and as I saw her expressionless face, cursed by this thing
called Parkinson's disease, wince in pain, and those eyes shed tears for all
the pain she has been through, being so old and fragile; I just nearly lost it.
With a face full of regret, absolutely inappropriate for a doctor, I told her I
needed to put another cannula in. And she replied with a reluctant "fair enough..if it needs to
be done..."
The second cannula
went in quite easily (it was unusable the day after though) and I nearly
laughed at myself for being so emotional about a cannula. Admittedly, it was a
tough day that day, I was on the edge, anything could have pushed me over.
This kind of just
reminded me of a bad habit that I have. It is the wanting and the feeling that
I need to cater to other peoples' problems and emotional burdens. That I have
this divinely appointed task of having to keep people happy, and if they don’t feel
so, it is my fault. This must be a weird complex. And I am sure many people
experience the same thing as I do; and to myself first and these people second,
I give this advice.
It is not your
responsibility to carry other people's emotional burdens.
You can try to do
your best and treat others well, but know that you can try only so hard; in the
end, those people are responsible for their emotional burdens. They are
responsible for themselves. You can try to solve their problems, but you must
not take responsibility of having to carry their emotional burdens.
For each their own
tribulations; God tries those whom He
loves.
Aaand...On a happier
note, I am buying myself things after things as a treat for my hardworking days
at the hospital. Nizam did remind me to rewards myself, haha…because otherwise
I won't be able to keep it up. Well, not that I mind spending my hard earned
money on stuff for myself…seriously…not at all, I am going to buy a new tablet
computer and a desktop.. but..give me a choice, the hospital is, at this point
in time; still the place I want to work at.
I have no regrets.
=)
Surgical intern (where is Isobel (reference to Grays Anatomy)???),
Azfar
Azfar
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
On Living and Leaving a Trace
“The most beloved of
people to Allaah is the one who is most helpful”
(The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh))
It’s that time of
the year again, people flock into each others houses, causing so much ruckus;
the neighbours upon seeing that there are more than 60 people in that house for
6 can only try to close their eyes and go to sleep, cursing under their breaths,
minty after that 2 minute brush before bed.
Haha ok that doesn't
happen everywhere, only tonight when I went to an open house by the boys in
Cameron St. People were playing table tennis outside and having loud
conversations inside. If I were to be their neighbour I would be a bit pissed
off. But hey! Its Eid!! Cut us some slack will ya?
Gents of Malay origin. We wear pyjamas with skirts because its Eid and we're so badass ! |
Yes ladies and
gents, yesterday was Eid. A celebration marking the end of Ramadhan, giving
thanks and exalting Allah for His Mercy upon us puny human beings as due to His
Mercy, we have once again went through (hopefully) rigorous cleansing of our
souls, minds and body. 30 days of constant meditation, optimism, anger
management, gluttony control and remembering the ubiquitous blessings of Allah
unto us.
Matching Baju Melayu. Bromance at its finest. |
This year's
celebration sees me in a bit of a different situation than years before.
Namely, many of the friends I have celebrated Eids with these four years prior
weren't there. Literally! Its either they've went back to Malaysia, or a wife,
a wife and a kid, gone off to some other state or having a cursed presentation.
Yesterday, in the mass of people, I actually felt isolated. And as a lady told
me earlier this week "isolation amongst masses is the worst sort of
isolation". For this reason, I
guess I would appear a bit smug anytime yesterday, as evident as the constant checking of my mood by a good
friend yesterday to which I answered "yeah…! I'm alright, why wouldn't I
be?". I'm the worst mood concealer in the whole world!!!
Not that I am
deprived of any friends to enjoy the festivities with, mind you, there were
still many friends who were there. I'm
just picky that way. I know I'm really obnoxious.
This is Syafiq. He constantly asks me if I'm ok. I love him. |
Owh well, this kinda
reminds me of the time I have left here in Newcastle. I don’t know if I would
be able to stay here after the end of this year. As heavy as my heart would be
to leave this place I have now called home, my brain feels tired to trying to
work ways of staying without an offer for a medical internship.
Which brings me to a
point, I wonder if my being here for the five years have had any effect on the
people around me. Have my presence brought anything positive to anyone at all ?
To what degree ? Did I do something that would be made example of, or inspired
someone to be better ? Did I make people smile ? Did I make people feel better
about themselves ? Have I served to unite or have the things I have done
divided ? It’s a question I ask myself whenever I feel like I am leaving
somewhere.
Note that I still
have 2 rotations to go through before I end med school. So this might be
melodramatic, but I cant help to think that I just want an assurance that
before I leave, I have done something someone thought really meaningful. This
is not trickery to get people to comment on my comment-less blog, haha !
No….seriously…no. It's just a question I constantly ask myself, even before I
go to bed at night. If death takes me under his wings before sunrise tomorrow,
would I leave knowing that I have done good?
This is Br Kamal. He is so cool. |
Owh ~ what is this
kind of talk? So serious !!! Lets talk about the kinds of food that I have been
shoving down my stomach since yesterday instead!
Ok to those people who feel the need to tell people about whatever food they have had for Eid this year, seriously guys….has there been any year since our births that we have had food any different to what we have ever had for Eid ?
Ok to those people who feel the need to tell people about whatever food they have had for Eid this year, seriously guys….has there been any year since our births that we have had food any different to what we have ever had for Eid ?
But no I don’t
object to talking about food. I just find this passive aggressive part of me
really interesting to think about by myself whenever I have made a bitchy
statement to someone. Haha !
Back to the topic, I think its something I need to tell people, and probably something that we need to stress more to people who newly arrive into a situation. That we need to make our presences count. To be of use to people around us, to be beneficial, to help to lift the burden off of our friends' shoulders, to be there in moments of despair and moments of happiness. Our presence don’t have to be noticeable, but they need to count. So that one day when your kids asked you "Daddy daddy…when you were in Uni, what did you do?" , instead of saying "Well mate, I studied ! And went to the gym! And then I slept and ate cheap bread because I was not so rich"; you can smile and reminisce on the cherished memories of you making differences in peoples' lives. And you can say "Well sweetie, I used to have lots of good friends, we grew together and taught each other stuff. We wanted to make changes to the world! We helped each other out when we were in trouble, we were more than friends, we were like blood brothers and sisters. And we wanted to make changes to ourselves, so we can make changes to the world so we can have a better place for you to live in "
Me shoving food down my throat. Hanif pointing to the ceiling. |
...the melodramatic
kookaburra again flies above our heads... As if you are going to say stuff like
that to your children! Well maybe not those exact words, but something similar
I hope…Bahahaha !
Ok that’s enough ! I just want to make this point clear to everyone here. I understand that not everyone are suited and pre-programmed to be able to make loud, obvious and apparent contributions to the society they live in, but I believe the single person as the social unit have the power to influence their surroundings enough to make good more prevalent than evil.
I humbly now
conclude my blog entry.
Eid during my first year in Newcastle |
“The most beloved
deed to Allah is making a Muslim happy”
(Muhammad ibn Abdullah (pbuh))
Hoping to one day video record his room mate sleep talking,
Azfar
p.s.: photographs taken from tagged photographs on Facebook. Will ask permission from owners tomorrow.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
In the shade of Ramadhan
Greetings dearest readers, esteemed members of the virtual public who has clicked on the link of my blog for whatever reason.
I have, for many months lost a sense of wanting to write anything at all...~ I must blame this on the 9-5 hours of my clinical placement nowadays, being, to the opinion of my humble self and some of my colleagues and resident doctors in the ward, too dedicated doing bona fide tasks for my team.
Owh well....!! I have this perception (this may well count as a delusion) that if I give it all, maybe....just maybe....I'll be given the chance to start my medical career here. Don't know if that will work, hopeful though, am I.
In case no one noticed, the holy month of Ramadhan has again come, and with it the open doors of Paradise and abundance of forgiveness and rewards for the believing muslim. For this and to do a bit of updating and shoo-ing the spiders (not that I have problems with spiders, I love them) from my website, I have just decided to share this piece of video.
Happy Ramadhan people ! Fast physically and spiritually. Do good not only for yourself, but for others as well. Share more, laugh more, cry more, smile more, say more good things and love a whole lot more.
Love
Azfar
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