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Wednesday, May 11, 2022

100522: a little shit who left her lonely surgeon

It was almost 5pm and we're just starting to close the abdomen. Halfway closing the muscles, Mr. Fitri said to me

"Atiqah nak pergi tulis op note dulu?"

I looked up to him silently but thoughts were racing in my mind. That's how I am nowadays, so much to say but hardly anything come out. I wanted to close the skin at least so he can scrub out and pray, and for me to feel a semblance of usefulness. But Mr. Yusran who was the main surgeon had already scrubbed out to attend to another patient said he will return shortly to check the op notes I have written, is that why he's suggesting I start writing now? Is that what this is, a suggestion? Or is it an order? Or a reverse one? Like that time when he asked me if I wanted him to do manual evacuation on a kid, that was definitely a reverse suggestion.

I have no energy to overthink. Guys are all about face value, I think. So I asked him back 

"Takpe ke?"

"Saya dah biasa."

Whatever that means, he made it sound lonely. I laughed my thanks and beckoned to the scrub nurse to keep him company. And then I scrubbed out. 

He checked my op notes later on. 

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