بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

checking up

The next working day after his outburst, Arif came to work grinning awkwardly how did his friends knew what happened and he asked me what did I tell Fitri.

I asked Fitri to check up on you, to make sure you were okay. And only because Fitri insisted that I told him that you fought with Miss. That was all.

I just needed to know he's okay. He's a kid, who knows he got himself into physical trouble just to rid off his emotional trouble. I've been there. 

Today I was postcall and escorted a patient to Tawau. Got back here almost 9pm. I bought Arif his favourite Spicy Chicken McDeluxe and got myself the same, but I also bought myself chicken, fries and a pie. 

I asked Arif if he thinks he could finish two. 

Why? 

Because I'm too sleepy to eat mine. I still have a chicken and an apple pie. 

He said he could. So I gave him mine. 

We parted at the parking lot. I got into my car and just sat there quietly. Scrolled though my SNS and tried to regain consciousness enough to drive back, fighting the urge to just sleep in the car. I think I did a good half hour of doing nothing in the car before I started the engine and head back. 

In my room. Changed into pyjama. Did my laundry. Sat at my table and had my chicken and pie while watching TROS videos. 

Then Fitri called. 

Tiq. 

Hmm? 

Arif asked me to check up on you. Are you asleep in your car? 

Ah. Did he not just drive off? They know I've that habit of sleeping in my car on postcalls even though my house is not even 10 minutes drive away. I've done that three times already this three months I'm in Lahad Datu. Don't worry, I never sleep with the engine on. 

Nope. 

Really? 

I'm in my room now. 

Okay. Bye. 

Thanks. Bye.

I hung up. There was a swell in my heart thinking I've got some real family here. 

I later texted him that I did froze off in my car almost half an hour, and thanked him for checking up on me. 

Sunday, December 22, 2019

I took diving licence with Glen of Pirate Divers

"Berapa lama nak duduk dekat ceruk tu." 

"Setahun kan ma."

"Kena setahun ke."

What kind of question is that, you helped send me off kan. But I didn't say anything. 

"Ika lapar nak gi makan."

"Makan dengan siapa."

"Sorang."

"Tak dating dengan sesiapa ke sana." 

"Tak."

Well Fitri wanted to date me and I'm sure if I ask him to have dinner with me he'll say yes if he's not working. But I'm hesitant. We work together, I don't want to cause any trouble here. That, and I fancy Hannan. 

"Kenapa tak? Kawan-kawan dekat sana?" 

"Ika memilih!"

"Memilih apanya!" 

I think mom is beyond worried. I'm far, alone, almost 30. Haha. I don't worry about myself. 

I don't think I really care about myself. When I went diving, the thing I thought was "It's okay even if you die, just relax."

Friday, December 13, 2019

pali is a pelesit

One time Pali drove the three of us girls to lunch. I sat at the passenger seat behind him and played Nonogram on my phone. Then I felt him going fast. I peaked over his shoulder and confirmed that he was going 100 km/h in the city.

I wanted to play on my phone and not see where he was going, so I put on my seatbelt. 

Pali heard me buckling up. 

"Seatbelt Tiqah?" He chuckled disbelieved.

"Aku percayakan kau. Tapi aku nak main fon. Malas nak focus on the road."

He complained that I didn't trust his driving and the girls were laughing. I don't have any issue with speeding, I mean I speed all the time and I really do trust him. 

But buckling up is buckling up. Even Pali was buckled up.

Of course we got there safely with me playing on my phone the entire time. And for the ride home I immediately put on my seatbelt and played my game again. 

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

priorities

Iman Khairy
Ali Nasrullah
Sarah Rumi

I wanna get married and have kidsss
I've got names for them alreadyyy hahaha

Haish. 

Monday, December 09, 2019

sore throat dry cough, should i rule out ptb

I started my oncall yesterday with throat so sore like a sandpaper. But I still needed to talk, and my staffs and patients have been patient with me.

Fitri kept me company and made sure I have enough PCM supply. I have been taking them regularly since the morning. He kept telling me I need to rest and take MC cm but only loser takes MC hahahaha. I told him I needed ice cream more. He said we'll go get them after work today. 

Arif came to work today and PMed me. 
Kakak
Breakfast
Pantry 4B

I thought he messaged the group but he messaged me. He bought his usual roti jala kari ayam, karipap and popia goreng. I haven't had proper meals because of my sore throat but this is Arif. The least I would do is keep him company. 

We did our rounds and took the elevator to go to the 6th floor. One of our patient's wife entered it and she saw me. 

Doktor masih belum balik lagi? Kasihannya you. 

Haha.. I laughed meekly. 

Suara you sudah okay kah? 

Auntie rasa bagaimana? 

Ya saya sudah boleh dengar suara doktor. 

I laughed and thanked her. My friends all laughed pitifully at me. My surgeon didn't say anything maybe she didn't hear our conversation. 

But I felt cared for. Thank you everyone. 


Saturday, December 07, 2019

lived a life

Had a 94 years old gentleman who came with strangulated inguinal hernia. Clerked his premorbid history from his daughter.

"Ayah saya ini kuat berjalan. Tiap hari dia ke bandar minum di kedai kopi. Dia merokok 2 bungkus satu hari."

"Wow banyaknya!" I was genuinely impressed with this grandpa living the life.

"Kami sudah larang dia tapi dia degil."

I laughed at the daughter. "Umur dia 94 sudah, biar lah dia buat apa dia mahu!"

#theunapologeticdoctor

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

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