DrMKZ

You see, the best feeling for me is when, I have completed stuff or my things that I have planned. I guessed, the feeling of making to the top of everything that you planned is the best one. Sometimes, you need to have this kind of feeling. Completely you. Selfishly-egoisticly-maniac'ally-you.

I've just finished my third year postings, Surgery, Medicine, OnG and Paeds. Really nothing is in my head now. Just planning to download stuff and watched over my computer. Really jst want to sit and relax and enjoy a little piece of heaven.

So, for Surgey posting, I've got this, Colon Ca for long case, Abdul Ghani Kasim. To be truthful, this "was" my patient, came in with intestinal obstruction and with colon ca. So it was a walkthrough for clerking this patient. I've already known some, well-some, of the history of his illness. So everything went well.

Only that I've forgot the lumbar region. How the hell? I just got a mental block for a little while but that's okay. It was with Mr. Junaini and BJ (Mr. Khairussaleh)

My short case was, keratoacanthoma. ?? At first I didn't know what was it. I thought it was like a squamous cell carcinoma, or basal cell carcinoma and finally I try selling the diagnosis, keratoacanthoma. Thanks to the nurse yang cakap kuat-kuat. "Where that patient yang ade kerato-acanthoma tuh?". I was like "uh??" Everything went well.

So basiccaly it was not my diagnosis. I just planned jer. Planning the management of the patients. I guessed, thats what doctor really do, they planned on how to manage patients, using most of their frontal lobe of the cerebrum. Planning and executing. he he. That's why most of them are big-headed (besar kepala), but it's okay though. It for the patient, in the end. 

Well, in life there are times when you have completed your plan, and succesfully do it. But not necessarily everyday.  

Like today , " I am supposed to run like 3km, but then I'm just tired of the exams and all". May be tommorrow ker?

For now Goodbye 3rd Year. I just want to sleep for a little while.

Khairul

p/s: Nothing written, nothing remembered-my dad.