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For the majority of us, when we think of Christmas we think of…

Santa and his elfs
Christmas trees and decorations
Turkey, Puddings and lots of FOOD
Christmas Sale
All things green and red
Wine and all sort of alcohol

We rush around getting ready to decorate the house, buy presents for friends and family, prepare the scumptous family meal, go carolling, perhaps attend Christmas mass, and finally end up exhausted, stressed and burnt out after the festivities are over. Sometimes we wonder, why do we even bother?

What we did not realise is that in the midst of all that, we have forgotten overlooked the real meaning of Christmas. Christmas is actually Jesus’ Birthday and a reminder of God’s greatest gift to mankind. It is His unfailing love for us that led Him to allow His Son to be born on earth to save us from our misery/sin/self-destruction and to lead us back to God.

Therefore Christmas should be a time of thanksgiving, a time of fellowship with family and friends, as well as a time to remember God’s love for us. If we have the excess energy to do all the hyped-up commercially advertised activites, fine and good. So long as the essense of Christmas is not lost.

Because Christmas, isn’t Christmas, til it happens in your heart ๐Ÿ™‚

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Christmas is coming…

Since Cyanide got all Christmassy now, I decided to follow suit. Am currently counting the days to going home for Christmas.

Work has been and will always be a chore, so I am definitely looking forward to not working/seeing patients/giving gas/listening to bleeps of the heart for the entire festive season. Pity I won’t be able to take as long a leave as Cindy, but any break is better than none.

I haven’t taken down the Christmas lights from last year, so I will just need to turn them on when the time is right. Even the hospital has put up a Christmas tree. Tis the season to be jolly…falalalalala….

Unfortunately I have to slog through a 30 hour stint at work before going on leave, but I keep telling myself, it will be worth it, I hope ๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyway, wishing a blessed Christmas to everyone! ๐Ÿ˜€

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Are you a real doctor?

I came to work and my colleague told me that there was an Eye case that was not done from the previous day. Apparently this 70-year old lady had left globe rupture some eye injury and needed to have the eye looked at under anaesthesia. The reason her case was postponed was that apparently Orthopaedics the bone doctors were trying to stabilize her condition.

The patient was in the Red Zone (critical area of the Emergency Department) overnight, thus my specialist was suspicious as to why the patient is there as the Eye doctors only mentioned that her eye needs fixing. To cut a long story short, I went down to the Red Zone to have a look at her before calling her case to the Operation Theater (OT).

When I arrived there, I was horrified to find out she had so many other injuries the Eye people failed to mention when they told us about her case. In fact, she had injuries from head to toe. Anyway, seeing that she is obviously not stable and that the eye injury is the least of her problems, she was then sent up to the surgical ward for observation.

Later in the evening, I decided to visit the patient again, as I had to speak to her relatives and explain the high risk of anaesthesia when she goes for surgery due to her multiple injuries. In the ward, her daugther was there, all distraught from the feeble explanations given by the surgical doctors who kept implying that they are only in charge of her stomach region etc.

So when I got my turn to speak, I pulled her aside, explain the graveness of her mother’s situation and all the injuries from head to toe, thus making her condition fragile and high risk during anaesthesia due to obvious reasons. The daughter however, was not the least bit interested in my explanation about the anaesthesia but as usual kept interrupting me and asking me about the eye about the bones about this and that, and I had to gently explain that they are being taken care of my different teams and that they are doing what they can.

The last straw was when she asked me “are you a real doctor?”. I gave her a quizzing look and said, of course I’m a real doctor. She said “are you a training doctor or real doctor?”. That was it, I was slowly losing it. I told her, I am a real doctor, I’m in anaesthesia and I have been working for a couple of years already. However, I am not a specialist. She then asked me if I had qualifications, and I just simply stared at her, lost for words. She said it’s because I look so young. I said I may look young, but I’m not that young. Finally, she said, then looks like I have to trust you. WTH?????

Anyway, finally she signed the consent for anaesthesia, and back I went to the OT, straight to the pantry to get myself a big glass of water and chill as I was already fuming and on the verge of exploding. After all my careful explanation, she thinks I’m a fake?

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