.... was Awesome!
My life as a Malaysian doctor in the United States.
.... was Awesome!
True Story 1:
At my continuity clinic. Knocks on door, steps in.
Mr. X: Huh?? I thought we were here to see Dr. Vagus??
Me: Relax. It IS me. Just a new look.
Mr. X: Blinks eyes and adjusts bifocals. O_o ROTFLOL
True Story 2:
Starting a longdistance videoconference with mom and dad (our first time in 3 weeks)
Me: Hi mom. How are things back home?
Mom: What the??? WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR FACE???
I regret to inform you that ABC received bad news from his CT scan today, indicating progression of his malignancy. He will be stepping down from the practice effective immediately and for the indefinite future. He wanted me to pass along this news to those of you who have been so supportive of him over the last few weeks because he knew you were concerned and would want to know what is happening.
I've been pretty quiet, I know.
It's been a busy week and weekend. I've been oncall for the last 14 consecutive days, and though it's homecall, it gets mentally tiring. Not to mention not having a day off in as many days. I terminate my call next Sunday, so it's another 7 to go.
Anyway. I was tired, so I decided to relax in the tub. Long hot soak, music, and a good book. Tuesdays with Morrie, one of my favourite nonfiction books. And as I read, it reminded me again of man's endless quest for bigger, better things, until it's too late. Perhaps I am guilty of that myself, being in the endless pursuit of medical knowledge, career, letters behind the M.D. that comes after my name; the pursuit that has taken me so far away from those I hold most precious, for the last 8 years.
"Love each other, or perish"
I remembered my patient too. The only ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, or Lou Gehrig's disease) patient I ever saw, lady in her 60's. That was 2 years ago, when I felt like a hotshot senior resident. Had a constellation of neurological signs and symptoms, and perhaps out of luck, or wisdom, or perhaps for the lack of any other better diagnosis, I thought it was ALS, and sent her to neurology. They confirmed it.
I like to think about that book as a 'reset button' to make you ponder about your life, to remember what's important and what's not. And it does make one feel blessed, to have all that one does, instead of focusing what one doesn't and is yearning for. I love that book.
Coincidentally, my other favourite nonfiction was written by another who was afflicted by the same illness. A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. Someone who chose a totally opposite destiny with regards to ALS.
Time: 2030 hrs Central Time, 0930 hrs Malaysian Time
Time: 2200 hrs
Me: "Hi. This is Dr. V. I was paged..." (Let this be a wrong number...)
Wow. That would be a cool RM 2.3 million. A millionaire. I always wanted to be a millionaire. So now I can get that Jag XJ 220 I've always wanted. And I can have promiscuous sex with any girl I want (coz if money can't buy you girlfriends, what can?). Anywhere I want. Even on my boss' desk, or on the International Space Station, because heck, I can pay them off. Heck, I'll even cover Veronica in a layer of 24-carat gold.
What? You scoff at me? Doubt this is real? Oh come on, have some faith in your fellow man. Do you think everyone's out to con people? Why should a total stranger a zillion miles away in a country I've never been to, not give me loads and loads of moolah, for a lottery I didn't enroll in? What is wrong with that? Don't I deserve it? Or maybe, just maybe, a patient I once saved was the governer of some Spanish city, and submitted my name for me. Don't you think this happens in real life? You make it sound like this is a scam.