A year plus working in a new environment. Not new actually, with such a duration. A year seriously felt more, perhaps five years at the very least. I could vaguely remember when I first stepped into the wards, being the fool I was, not knowing a single thing. Working the extra hours for the sake of catching up with my fellow colleagues, some who may be finishing their housemanship soon, or some going for the next posting. At least, I did take many humble steps before I could confidently take a large stride forward.
This was perhaps, after thousands of venipunctures, hundreds of branulas, and ten of thousands of medication prescribed over the span of a year plus. The number of CPR I've went through the peril would have qualify for an auto renewal of my bls cert. Esp when we do tend to patients who collapsed alone in the middle of the night. Multitasking is a norm, with the key lies in prioritization. Sometimes I've gotta admit it was kinda exciting and thrilling. No one would be wanting to experience it, but when the time comes, we got to buck up and take over. We've seen deaths, inevitable ones, preventable ones, and unexpected ones. Another death is afterall just another death. We could only do our best with the resources we had.
Of course, we do have those who try half heartedly to help. Only god knows why they are here. Even if they go to churches for their whole life, being a vegetarian, or fast during Ramadan for the "pahala", nothing could really change the fact that they are indirectly killing the patients. All they care is that they can finish rigot on time, no one minute later.
I admit that I am a free thinker, and let me burn in hell should that happen, but peace be with me for knowing I'm doing the best in my capacity. Why do people wanna join religion anyway? Most intend to be members of the Palace of Heaven, booking a place and having a knowledge that they are being prioritized when their life ends, regardless of what sins that they commit(and still commiting). Such thinking still exists, and these people disgust me more when they chant the name of God thinking their sins are forgiven even if they do not repent.
Life? I missed KL. I don't need to go out of it to know it. However, experiencing it made me yearn for a life where the modern amenities are. I've secluded for all these while, feeling like a visitor whenever I'm back home. Perhaps times have changed, or perhaps it's just me and the part of growing old. How we had all wished we were back in our younger days when there were no worries. :-)