Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The kadeesa

Well then. Today was an interesting day. Yup. Innnteresting indeed. So I come to work and there's kind of an uproar going on inside revolving around an Indonesian housemaid brought by the ambulance after being beaten with a metal rod by her employer and his wife. They've managed to break her fingers and an arm and bruised her from head to toe. Her pregnancy test says she's either very early in her pregnancy or she's lost the baby already. Anyway she gets admitted and I don't know what the story was about.
So I'm sitting outside doing triage duty and then this girl comes in and sits down. She has a minor complaint and the nurse wants to defer her. Then she says: 'Reem?'
I stared at her for a while and then it comes to me out of this mist: 'Sally?!' (That's not her real name of course).
I was shocked. The girl in front of me looked so much like her old self, but was so different, I wonder how I didn't recognize her. Another reason why I wondered why I didn't recognize her was that this girl was one of the many people who had traumatized my childhood. She wasn't a bully but she was so mean sometimes. She made fun of my clothes and the games we played. I think I actually hated her. Whatever my sentiments, I had no qualms about her drifting out of my life for so many years. And here she was! And oh, what a sight =( She was depressed, overweight and friendless. Despite a good undergraduate degree from Australia or somewhere, she had ended up in the University surrounded by people she didn't like and a job that was taking her nowhere. All her friends, or the friends she used to have, were either married or studying abroad. She was losing her hair and hated the way she looks. And she was so depressed! As I stood there talking to her I couldn't help feeling upset that I had such a bad image of her in my past and such a pathetic image of her in my present. I felt sorry for her. Such irony!
ANYway, what else happened today, hmm.... lots of fighting with deferred patients, no major drama though. Nothing else I guess, except for the kadeesa! That crazy cat. I've seen her around I guess, I think she hangs out in front of the hospital but she's never actually stepped inside. She was just lounging around the waiting room, walking up and down, lying down under the gurney and people's feet, in front of all the men too! It was so funny lol, she's just chillaxing and running in and out everytime the door opens. Apparently yesterday morning she was around too, looking in through the labour room window. Yeah. Oh well. It was an interesting day.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Petrol

I'm writing again. I can't believe I am. It's been AGES. I'm actually quite happy about it. Really. I don't know what inspired it. Sure isn't the stuff I've been reading lately! But anyway, now that I'm back I need to stay on track or else I'll veer off again for another 2000 years. Been talking to people all morning today, ALL overseas. That's the nifty thing about having a phone line instead of pre-paid. Keeping in my mind that I have no money to pay the bill at the end of the month. I don't even have money to fill my tank! Yes indeed. Yesterday I stopped by a station and realised I didn't have any money. What little amount I had was sitting in my labcoat pocket hanging from the store room door at home. It was so embarassing. I looked around for an ATM and ofcourse there was none to be seen. Then the guy walks up and hands me keys, and I ask him, like, ány ATM machine around here? Cuz, uuuuh, I don't have any cash.' And he gives me this look of utmost disgust and almost calls the cops until he see my ATM card in my hand. Then of course it turns out that you can actually pay by card at the petrol station and not necessarily with cash. I didn't know that yo! How could I? I thought they only did that in movies.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Countdown

Well then, it's that time of the year again. I'm starting to hate August, really. Who ever invented birthdays anyway? And why the hell do people celebrate them? I mean, really? Besides, I'm just going to be 18 again so there's not point. Really. This time last year I was a couple of weeks away from being the most famous doctor in the region; the first casualty of the dreaded H1N1. It was so cool! I was so proud of myself. The only thing that bothered me was that I thought I was going to die and then went over all the reasons why I shouldn't go to hell if I did die and couldn't come up with a whole lot. And then I swore that if I ever get through it I shall be a much better person. That stood up for like 2 weeks and then it was right back to my usual self. I did re-make some friends though! Indeed I did. But then I fought with a lost a bunch of others so it kind of cancelled the effect. I can't help it, though. Why must people fight with me? All I want to do is live a peaceful, productive and helping life. Anyone who has a problem with that can just go... cut their toenails or something.
It doesn't matter, really, what matters is that 35 days from now I shall have completed another year in this life, a beacon of light and hope for the lost and a helping hand for the lonely. I am very proud of my existance so far. I believe I've come quite far. When I count my milestones I get all high and happy-like. Finished medical school, internship, employed with a nice salary even though it doesn't last the first 5 days of the month, a masters degree even if my grades suck, a bunch of conferences here and there... not too bad *smiling gleefully*. And the most important thing of course is that my family is healthy and safe. Who cares if I don't have a car and can't afford those sandals from 9West that are KILLING me? Or that I have 8 rials in my account until the end of the month? So what? I'm happy, and I'm not just saying that to make myself feel better *looking around*. Now if only I could get that bloody birthday out of the way and move on with my 18 years of life I would be happy-er. Inshallah.