Hide & Seek in Ward 3 North

Ah what joy being in a paediatric ward! It's those ward that u can treat it like a playground....err..quite!

I can remember clearly about this blond curly hair 2 year old boy "hiding" underneath a baby's cot, covering his own eyes thinking that if he cant see us, we cant see him too! Kawaii-des!

And using the stethoscope hasnt been so much fun when i take turns to use it with my patient!
"Can I use this to listen to your chest & u can listen to your own chest with it when I m done, alright??"
Eager nods from the boy!
Ah happy days!

There are grumpy sulky ones as well who fold their arms across their chest & not wanting to look at u....well...they r sick...cant blame them eh?

All in all...very intense but fun week.. (it felt like 2 weeks had already passed!!)
Havent been this wrecked for ages!
At least a 9am-5pm in hospital every week days! & if we are on night calls, had to be in from 5-10pm
And I will have to be in this SUNDAY! i know!
"I will expect you to be at the ward at 9am!"
All our individual timetables have been laid out for each 6 of us to follow...it is not like I created it to be kiasu!
*hint hint to THOSE ppl who have this particular interest of misintepreting me...wth...pls analyse your info in your grey matter 1st before releasing it to your motor tracts*

Ok enough with those unnecessary hot steam.

I guessed apart from learning paediatrics bit by bit each & every day & trying to keep my eyes open for the sleepy afternoon classes, I have again come to realise that there's really nothing in my life that I should be complaining about. Matters which are trivial & nagging can be resolved if we try with all our strength, minds & hearts & souls. Big matters are bigger hindrance but all we need is more time & patience & continually seek for the most suitable answer.

I saw this wonderful mommy with her adorable baby boy with a variety of medical problems (which is DEFINITELY not the nicest thing that happen to mothers). I dont have what so ever idea how she handles it. U can call it mother's protective instinct. But i really dont know how to put what I felt into words. Simply enlighting. TLC at its best!

There's more stories to tell & share but I think Oprah is better at doing that!

Before I end this post sounding that I m grumbling about the whole intense schedule, personally I m happy enough to be hanging in the wards if it means I get to discipline myself & learn + practice. Well, i HAVE TO. Exams in 5 weeks. Eeeek! No one will save my ass apart from myself! But I m also glad that the lecturers make the effort to put us on the spot to give some pressure so that we can learn & improve.
No shame, no gain!