"Department tu pelik sikit, tapi okaylah..."
That was an honest advice from one of my seniors before I left Surgical to go to my second posting. Indeed, it is really true.
1. Tagging time was tiring. From 7 am to 12 midnight. We even had shifts, 5pm to 10pm and 10pm to 3 am, just because there were too many of us tagging at the same time, and we need to complete 10 deliveries in the tagging period.
2. Passed my off tag assessment on day 14 of tagging, assessed by a senior MO, not by specialist as always.
3. Started to work in first floor, very relaxing and enjoyed the teaching by MO incharge.
4. Next rotation in labour room, fortunately only for two weeks,minus the day I took leave.
5. Proceeded to MH3, had a great time there, nice specialist, the MO incharge was on leave for two weeks, so Dr C took over. The team was super nice, even though the work load was too much, the atmosphere was always ambient. We even had a night out together, the whole team went for dinner at Pan Mutiara, with Dr C ! I suppose Dr C is the nicest MO in the department and we were close as I knew him from Surgical department when he brought his father in law into my ward. We even reported duty on the same day to the department.
6. My last rotation in the ward was like going to the jungle and standing in front of a tigress. The specialist has an interesting personality, something I should study about in the future. She likes to be dominant, she enjoys screaming and scolding and watching all of us getting scared is an entertainment for her. She gets along well with most of the male houseman,and when she dislikes someone, everything about that person is ugly/dirty/wrong! Pity my friend for that.Yesterday I purposely asked my friend to swab places with me, so that I could go clinic and not be in the ward, just because I did want to see her.There is no way she could spoil my second last day in the department. I just wish that one day she will realize that no matter how high her rank is, Allah is the Highest. No matter how perfect she claims she is, Allah is the Most Perfect. Be good to people, insyaAllah people will be good to you too.
7. My second call in labour room was too eventful. That changed everything. My perception on the department became even worse. Everything is houseman's fault. If any problem occurs, someone has to be blamed. Even specialist thinks that way.Someone needs to be the scapegoat, so that the others could sleep soundly at night.A betrayal from an MO is really unacceptable. That's why Tunesh once said," watch your back, people like to backstab each other in the department." The MO nicely created a story to cover herself and the consultant believed her without any investigations made. So the victims are we, the house officers. Early in the morning, we were bombarded by his loud voice, embarrassed us in front of everyone, and when we tried to explained, he cut us off and said that we were trying to give excuses. My entire respect to him flew away and since that day onwards, I feel that in this department, even the consultants are not trustable. Only later he found out that the MO was actually hiding something, but it was too late, rice has become porridge (direct translation , heheh). During the embarrassing moments, I wasn't thinking of anything until a friend whispered to me, " takpa, Allah ada." That time I feel like crying, but I just hold my tears and prayed that Allah made me strong and steadfast.
Dr C was one of my biggest support, I definitely told him everything, including the covering done by the MO. One day when I was writing the report, he came in to the oncall room and asked me," are you okay?". At that second, my heart was really touched, I took a few seconds to calm down and started talking to him.Thanks Dr C, I will remember your kindness forever.
Enough about all the negatives, I can't help it because everything about the past 4 months are negatives. I am sorry, but there is no way I will come back to the department as an MO, not until they change into something more sensible.
To be continued...
