Monthly Archives: February 2011

Life at a leisurely pace

Today is one of my day offs and i have been having a delicious time spending it away.

I finally had time to just sit down and do some work for my Spanish and Japanese, and practice the piano. Will have to practice the flute soon too. Then i took a nap on the couch with the dog when i felt like it, and only woke when i was refreshed. That’s just fantastic.

I am going to play some basketball later with a social club that i had discovered late last year but which did not have an opening at the right time for newcomers. If i like it, there is a very high chance i will join the club. I will be reducing my martial arts session consequently. I still enjoy BJJ but my long hair is getting in the way. I know this sounds like a silly reason, but it is not, to me anyhow. I have tried all sorts of way to keep my hair out of the way, but it is pointless if i am grappling on the ground. My hair comes loose and it gets in the way. I have had quite a few strands tugged out of my head. Other than cutting it short, or donning a swimming cap (which is not socially acceptable), it is just not possible to have a good training session.

The other girls have the same problem but the difference is they stop the bout whenever it comes loose. This becomes quite disruptive and i don’t usually do that because both my opponent and i will lose momentum and it is difficult to learn. The other thing was i got kicked in the nose by this newcomer. He is a guy and he was nervous, and i think he grew more concerned because i was a girl and way smaller than him. He was frantic and desperate and really i did not have to do much to keep him on the bottom. Except i was not quick enough for all his excessive movements, and i coped a kick in the face. I sighed inwardly and wondered if i had broken my nose or earned myself a septal haematoma. It was then i realized how bad it would have looked if i had to turn up for work with a bandage across my nose. Although i was satisfied with that particular training match – he surrendered halfway through the bout because he grew so exhausted and breathless from all his excessive movements trying to flip me on my back, i suddenly saw that i had to be a little more careful with BJJ.

Anyway i am not going to quit BJJ because i still love the grappling, but i am going to scale down my training to once a week – enough to content me and keep my muscles in check, and with a lower possibility of injury.

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The indicator of being too busy

Functional constipation.

I kid you not.

I have been so busy in recent days that i have had no time to go to the toilet, and it has resulted in some painful constipation. It is ridiculous. I hope i don’t develop haemorrhoids or rectal prolapses.

Anyway i have been wanting to talk about shit since i was thinking this through in Japan. Not the best topic to read, so skip if you must, but write i will.

When i was in Japan, i used to get incredibly incredulous and frustrated every time i visited the toilet. There are so many dials and buttons, or the lack of it. I either spend a few minutes trying to interpret the diagrams and the Japanese characters attempting to figure out which is the flush button or hunt around for the concealed buttons all for an aesthetically-pleasing look. It was infuriating.

If you hit the wrong button, you get squirted by a jet of water, whose strength you can adjust with more buttons. Plus there are squirts for your front and back passages, and seriously, i do not want to be squirted at all. Then there are those toilets with no buttons at all. NO BUTTONS! It took me a while before i realized that it is similar to one of those sensor taps (akin to the ones used in hospitals), where you wave madly in front of the sensor to activate the flush. Except the sensor is located near the bottom of the bowl and to activate it, you need to stoop pretty low, with one’s face near the stinking bowl (granted it is one’s own waste but still, i have no wish to sniff any of it – there is a reason why i excreted it!). I tried my foot but the damn sensor must use infrared technology because the sensor took no notice of my shoe. Oh well.

The other thing that got me thinking was why the Japanese had to invent such fanciful toilets. I reckon it is their diet. When i was in Japan, my stools went from a Type 3 to a Type 5 on the Bristol stool chart. You have to use half a roll of toilet paper before you are wiped clean. No wonder all these fascination with water!

 

Believe it or not, we do use this in the hospital to chart patients’ excrement.

Anyway that was just some of the observations and analysis that i carry out. Makes for wonderful conversation, don’t you reckon?

Taken for granted

I can understand why people working in customer service can be a little jaded. Some customers are just too pompous for their own good.

When it comes to the medical profession, call me old-school or traditional, but i still expect a certain level of respect from my patients. So when i encounter patients who take me for granted, i get a little taken aback and just a tad appalled.

Some general rules in hospital –

One, you do not demand that your relative should remain in hospital even though he or she is completely stable and fine, just because you have a family function or some other dates with your friends. We are a hospital, and therefore we take care of sick patients. This is for your own good and ours. By staying in hospital longer, you are susceptible to hospital-acquired infections, which trust me, is more dangerous and damaging than the ones you get out there in the community. And by hogging a damn bed, you are depriving someone who is way sicker than you, from receiving much-needed medical treatment, and that is incredibly selfish.

Two, we are not your nanny. We will not keep your relative in hospital just so we can keep them out of mischief. We are not here to ensure your dad or mum does not eat too much chocolate. There are nursing homes for such patients. Do your homework and your paperwork. Do not expect us to do it for you – we are not your personal assistants.

Three, like i mention before, we are not secretaries for your private use. We will not coordinate appointments between you and your other doctors. That is just plain madness.

Four, we are doctors, not Gods. Do not expect us to provide a magical elixir for your sick relative. We have stethoscopes, not wands.

Five, if we say your relative is sick, you should really take us seriously. Do not expect them to one day be the same person that you keep expecting they will be. You are wasting precious time.

Please show some respect. We are polite, and so should you.

People like that spurs me on to practice developing medicine, where patients really need help and are more appreciative as compared to the richer societies – where people clog their own arteries, have poor self-control, and use their doctors for their own shortcomings. Morons.