EpiFunny’s of Mine

salam…
last monday there’s a bunch of officers from malaysia came to hear us complaint..heh.and so we did,though the percentage of(how do i say this nicely?)intelectually challenged complaints are far more than relevant ones(to me la)it was a fun occasion to be in.doctors can speak too.
and we heard some sensible reports,wishes and complaints from most of them.congrats to those who represented us all.

though i have no complaints(u can say that,i’m a positive thinker.heh)in the end of that meeting there was quite a fuss.

being always on neutral ground(and insyaAllah will always do),i’d like to tell u guys a story that was inspired by that event.

There was a group of people(not PATIs) on a raft going somewhere(perhentian island would be nice),it’s a long journey and some of them are new to the raft,and some of them had been on it for a long time.suddenly one of the newcomers realised that he and the others always stumbled on a piece of knot lying in the middle of the raft.he then out of ignorance decided to do all the rafters a favour by cutting part of the knot.in the process,with loud cheers from the others who was also equally disturbed by the knot’s presence(it was a big knot),an old rafter noticed it and prevented him to do that(with harsh words),in the perfect world,people don’t say bad things to other people especially when he/she is doing something good(everybody agrees on that).

most of the other rafters may not like the way the old one treated the new one,but it’s a necessary thing to do to prevent all of them drowning.he was one of the raft many builders,and avid maintainers(though sometime not willingly),he knew which knots not to be touched and which ones that can be adjusted.to a lesser observer it might have been a cruel aimless thing to do to a helpful fellow young rafter,but most others albeit their silence,know that they can tolerate with people littering(or even crapping) on the raft,but “nobody touches the knots rule” apply to all.

the end of my story

note that:
-they’re on a raft not a cruise,it’s a hard life for every of them.

that’s all folks,cite ini mmg ada kaitan dengan yang sedang hidup dan akan mati.heh.soryy if i have unintentionally hurt people with this boring story.

wallahualam,wassalam

ps:owh yeah,how can i forgot to put some x-men in there,wolverine and cyclop was on the raft,but the boy that eliminate mutants’power was on it too,so eventhough they’re famous x-men,they are equal with the others,wolverine fishes,and cyclop’s a sloppy joe,the special boy just cowers in a corner.

last friday i got a chance to assist prof zharkin to do a laparatomy(open surgery of abdomen),i still can’t fully believe i did it(it went like..zapp)..

those who are..not very fond of blood shouldn’t read this..readers’ discretion is advised…there’ll be lots of blood in this one…

here’s what went down,the day started like usual,only it’s the last day of our gynecology cycle,we knew that,on that day there’ll be an operation cause om thursday he asked if anyone was interested to assist him(bear assisted him in a laparoscopic cystectomy that day),nobody seemed to give a definite answer though(long day,hungry)..he even suggested us to throw dices to decide..there were incoherent mumbilings,but no decision…

so that day after the rappart he asked again”who’s going to help me?”,seeing that no one is responding i raised my hand(thinking it’s just a laparoscopy again).then he told us”u?ok..today’s gonna be a laparotomy..and a difficult one cause the patient was already operated before”..it seems that during the rappart the doctors already talked about her,she’d been operated for peritonitis when she was 11,now she has a bilateral ovarian cystoma,it’s quite rare,so,”u do it ,prof”.it seems that i was trying to catch up my reading when they’re were talking about her…

my eyes were still not blinking when he got up to change into his surgical suit”see u upstairs”…i knew it was gonna be a long operation.immediately i remembered..owh owh,got to train my stiches n knots.fortunately im was good enough to lend me her mask to train on(it had a 4 long holders,not the rubber type) and jimi reminded me of the 3 fingered knot style..

upstairs i trained my “thumb to fingers” moves(one at a time,u touch ur right fingers to ur left thumb,n vice versa,then quckly rotate ur hand,so that it’ll be a sequential motion,hard to expalain in here,but it’s easy,i knew it since i was 10,never thought it was a regular exercise for surgeons)to increase my flexibility and dexterity.

then,the prof called me to scrub in with him,wearing plastic gowns,washing our hands with soap,antiseptic,and alcohol.he taught the proper techniques to do all of it(not going to jot them down),inside the OT,we were dressed by the nurses: another set of operation gown,gloves,then washing our gloved hands with antiseptics again.

then the operation start,besides the prof,there’s another female surgeon,an anaesthesiologist(she was really cute),2 more nurses and the whole group.
basically the operation went:
1-incision of the abdomen(quite difficult due to the already scarred abdomen,so the prof just followed the scar to minimise the trauma)
2-exploring of abdominal cavity-seems that the cyst already adhered to the anterior abdominal wall,so the prof had to remove it manually)
3-removing the right cyst-had to do it meticulously to avoid more trauma to ovary and tube,cyst was in ovary(10cm in diameter or bigger),then the ovary is stiched back with hemostatic stiches
4-perforating the left cyst-smaller,filled with fluid,so didn’t have to remove it,just made a few holes and stitch.
5-the cool part-the prof offerd me to touch and chenck the consistency of the uterus(hard,muscular),tubes(soft),the ovaries(granulous)
6-closing back the abdominal cavity-lots of bleeding due to many new vessels from previous scar
7-bandaging the wound-with antiseptic measures
8-bladder catheterisation-the shameful part for me,not going to write why,falah n bear told everyone already

in term of assisting what i did was:
1-bothering the surgeons by blocking their view-how many times the prof said”zamani,don’t block the operating filed”
2-drying any excess blood with gauzes-learnt how to pick new ones and how to put the used one on the tray,the nurse reminded me to use all the sides(membazir amalan syaitan)
3-holding the clamps,holders,expanders,other things(i dunno their english names,and i dunno thier russian names too)-while yet again,blocking the surgeons’ view
4-stiching an “uncontinuous stich”
5-tying a few knots-”tightly zamani,or the wound will open”
6-remembering the names of all the muscles of my legs,hip,back and arms while adjusting them to the most comfortable position every 5 minutes-it’s a long.. operation
7-trying not to sleep and laugh at every joke the surgeons made

what i learnt :
1-stamina and concentration is something i still lack
2-never pick anything around the field with fingers-”that’s good,but next time use a pincer,zamani”
3-how big was the responsibility-even the prof was stresses,with all his experience he still was,i saw his face during the operation and when it was finished
4-i forgot most of the muscles’ name
5-a few czech,kazach,and uzbek words-the prof knows them all…

it was an exciting day for me and a (very)challenging one for the prof(operating while teaching me),but in the changing room after that he still smiled and asked”was it interesting for u?”….”of course sir”

wassalam..wallahualam

for the first time ever in the history of volgograd state medical university,malaysian held an orientation day for the new juniors….albeit not all of the seniors and juniors showed up,it’s still a nice occasion to remember.

i managed to polish(orr tarnish)my oratory skills today,giving a briefing bout the virtual library..for the guys who was there today,i know,i should have stopped before the “special spherical room that prof x and magneto built to find mutants”.i was there to get ahmad and i was..satisfied..heh(please remember the”buku cara2 memikat awek yang hebat”.

this was what i supposed to point out:
-a library without books,only a list of books that the member have in his/her collection
-easier to find the books we’re interested in,due to the lack of resources here
-by reading the books,we’ll be a happier and/or more knowledgeable doctors..blabla..cause a doctor should not only know bout medicine but also bout other stuffs(e.g it’s helpful to know that most cows raised in malaysia are from kedah-kelantan mix or nama manja mereka “lembu KK”,and the best way to pick a date is not by throwing rotten eggs at him/her)
-doctors should be not only book smart but also street smart(so we’ll not be doing faux pas at an hourly routine)
-maybe u’ll be charged afew roubles for each book u borrow(i was not behhind this idea)
-i think i’d end it with a saying”know everything about something,and know something about everything” or a nice”u r what u read”

hope this will help to clear the mist bout the “library yang ajaib”(i’m also thinking bout naming it “kutub khanah”)
..really sorry bout the jokes,but what can u expect from someone wearing a superman t-shirt?

ilaliqa’….

new vocabs today:cogency,verisimilitude,connive,digress,expat,manna,Passover,Eucharist,synoptic

i remember when that when i was a little boy,i saw documentaries and shows of dolphins doing tricks and then rewarded with fishes,also i remember reading about chimpanzeess that were trained or taught to get bananas by solving some simple puzzles,and dogs that were taught to push certain combination of buttons to get doggy treats as rewards,there’s lots of other examples,the researchers used gorillas,orang utans,mices etc…

the conclusions of all the researchers?it’s quite the same actually no matter what the animal they used,unanimously they’d say “hey,these animals are quite smart cause they can plan and learn neat stuffs to achieve their goals(whether they’re smelly fishes,bananas,or a piece of cheese)

in other word,if an animal have a brain it its head,it’s considered smart only if it can find motive and purpose and ways to reach them ,even the treats are not actually in front of it’s eyes,the animal know they’re somewhere behind an elaborate moves and tasks they must do.in most animals the researchers say,it’s just because it’s genetically programmed in them(e.g the complicated nest building of ants,bees colllecting honey, etc)

it then occured to me,well,humans are lot smarter than dolphins right(i think all the researchers would agree to that),so their everyday purpose and motivation should be,further and higher,not just about the basic instincts like food,rest,sex etc.our visions should not be things just about things right in front of us(a pretty girl/boy,a prettty bag,a nice piece of steak for example)it would be unworthy of our complicated brain,and would be humiliating to be at the same par or worse lower than of orang utans(i saw them live,they don’t seem that smart)

i saw a very interesting comercial( think it’s was animal planet) a couple of months ago..i dun remember the details but it ask”why are we here?what’s our purpose?”and show flashes of animal pictures(i remember some birds,frogs and maybe a cheetah,or is it a leopard?)..well it’s about time humans ask that Q right…

but remember 1400 years ago,a holy book was sent down to earth through an honest man, and one of it’s sentence meant “do u think that we created u for nothing” and another meant “we didn’t created the jinns and humans except(for the purpose of) to submit to us”.

and the honest man pbuh said a hadith meaning”the (present) world is just a like dream compared to the afterlife”

isn’t it funny that they only managed to ask the questions after all these years of researching,while the answers have been given more than a thousand years ago.i pray that they will find the answer,but how many of them will be blessed enough to accept them as the right one?

but it’s just painful to see that many more already know the answers(including me)but still ape(dunno if it’s more fittinng to be used literally) around their lifes….ya allah…ihdinassiratalmustaqim….rabbana zolamna anfusana..fain lam taghfirlana lakanunna minal hasyirin….
wallahualam..wassalam

ps:please tell me if there’s any mistake in the translations,especially if the meanings are off….thanks.i’ll gladly edit them

it’s autumn,it’s cold and i was walking towards tram no 2 at detsky centre..and of course i missed it..pathetically loooking at falah and bear waving and smiling at me from inside(they made it inside in time)

so,i waited for another 5-6 minutes before cathing the next one..i caught up with my reading in the tram(luckily i managed to save today’s topics inside my pda).it should take around 10 minutes to reach ablastnaya balnitsa so i would make it in time to prof zharkin’s class..or so i thought.there was a traffic jam at the junction near the morphacorpus(later i heard that it was due to faulty traffic lights)just my luck huh.i had to curb the urge to ask the driver to hurry but logic won(trams can’t overtake trams..they move on tracks)so,i had to wait anxiously for another 10 minutes or so for all the trams in front of my tram to clear through.i reached the balnitsa at around 8.33.it’s bad(just yesterday the calm prof explained that our class starts at 8.30 not 8.45)all of the thoughts running thru my brain,i focused on my steps to hurry the 200m walk towards the gynecology building.

and oh yeah..we had to change into scrubs before entering the class.fortunately,todays class is not in prof room but in the ucebnaya komnata in the basement and when i reached it, falah and bear was still changing into their scrubs.due to the lack of time and reluctance of the group girls to go and wait outside while we change.we settled on”jangan tengok blakang aa..salin baju jap”.i was just folding my jacket when the prof walk in..phew..alhamdulilllah..

so the class started..with bear explaining what,how who n etc(everything bout calpitis and vulvitis)..with occasional interruption of phone calls to the prof(he’s the zav,he should be busy)at 9.00 there was a rappart held in the room..all the doctors in the hospital gathered round,they are one happy and noisy lot(i dunno why but,gynecologist and obstetricians seems to be the happiest doctors)it seems that there’s a deficit of patients in the hospital…the prof blames the beautiful babe-leta.it seems nobody would like to be hospitalised during the beatiful days of early autumn.

at around 9.20 the class is continued.with falah,wen im,suraya and latha explaining about myometiritis,endometritis and salpingitis(boring).
after the break we went to the procedure room and saw some really interesting stuffs:
1)a nurse that had coffee colored discharge(that’s bad)
2)an old lady with a tumor in her omentum minor

then we went up to the wards and observed the prof accupunturing a patient(its like kiss of the dragon man,but the health oriented one..heh)the prof really knows the stuff..he remembered hundreds of points(with their chinese name!!)and taught us a few points.we watched a video once..25 years ago he started a programme,to do cesarean sections by electrostimulation of accupoints,so the patient doesn’t need to be anasthesized during the whole operation(anasthesia drugs are helpfull but they have side effects,any method decreasing their usage is really appreciated in medicine)

after class i went home,decided to ponteng lecture(together with some of the guys.heh) and finish a book by maurice bucaille(of course i dozed off after a few minutes)and woke up to see the guys getting ready to play football(i’m not a big fan of football so i never joined any games,mase tak pose pun tak join,ape lagi tgh pose nih)

that night it was yet another “boys night”,we “iftar”ed together and did solat trawikhat ete’s house.

what i’ve learned to day:
1)the main cause of the diseases above are multipartnered unprotected sex..”la taqrabu zina” has another meaning to me now..it’s to protect humanity itself,most of the patient suffering from pelvic inflammatory disease have a very high to become infertile.
2)new vocabs:pharisees,evangelist,ecumenical,lithurgy,incredulous,exegesis.

TRY NOT TO CRY
sami yusuf feat outlandish

You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Don’t show your tears
To your oppressor
Don’t show your tears

CHORUS:
Try not to cry little one
You’re not alone
I’ll stand by you
Try not to cry little one
My heart is your stone
I’ll throw with you

Isam:
‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
This very same place that we be at
Passing through the sands of times
This land’s been the victim of countless crimes
From Crusaders and Mongols
to the present aggression
Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on
there’s only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Your nightmares will end
This I promise, I promise

CHORUS

Lenny:
No llores, no pierdas la fe
La sed la calma el que haze
Agua de la arena
Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras
Haz hecho mares de este polvo
Don’t cry, don’t lose faith
The one who made water come out of the sand
Is the one who quenches the thirst
And you who rise proud from between the stones
Have made oceans from this dust

Waqas:
I throw stones at my eyes
’cause for way too long they’ve been dry
Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs
I throw stones at my tongue
’cause it should really keep its peace
I throw stones at my feet
’cause they stray and lead to defeat
A couple of big ones at my heart
’cause the thing is freezing cold
But my nafs is still alive
and kicking unstoppable and on a roll
I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him
But first at the man in the mirror
so I can chase out the venom

Isam:
Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
Just another kid sent out to get some bread
Not the first murder nor the last
Again and again a repetition of the past
Since the very first day same story
Young ones, old ones, some glory
How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?!
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say
For me in this path that I walk on
there’s only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

why is it when i’m far away from the keyboard there’s always something that i want to write about and each time i’m in front of one i’m completely blank.guess that’s what they call the writers block and that’s why i’m not a very keen blogger.seem like it’s beeen forever since i’ve updated any of my blogs(yeah,i got a few)..hehe

just got back from my summer holidays.like always it’s feels like a breeze.but i think i’ve learn something this time..heh.to think that this is the 1st time i really went out during my holidays(usually i’ll just sleep,eat and read throughout the holidays)

funny that i can learn more bout myself when i spent more time with others.and from that it’s like seeing mirrors.and do people need mirrors.it’s like i’ve found my purpose..my wings..whatever u want to call it la.all this time i felt bounded by something…full of darknesss…it’s like drowning in my self…with only a mask of a smile on my face..(damn,i’m good at metaphors).

actually i didn’t change much but.it’s not like i’m appointed gavan the space cop or the green ranger(albeit if i am,it would be cool)it just seem that i can see more clearly what i can do and what i can’t…my abilities and limits..i can’t describe this in a more objective way.but i think,the probelem before this is that i always think that the “current” me seems to be unable to catch up with the “should be” me,now i’m just “me”.just with better eyes(methaporically of course,my glasses seems to grow thicker each time i went for a checkup..sigh)

well..whatever..now it seems the best someone to be is just to be urself…but the best of urself…heh

Yang Terbaik Bagimu (Jangan Lupakan Ayah)

Teringat masa kecilku
Kau peluk dan kau manja
Indahnya saat itu
Buatku melambung
Disisimu terngiang
Hangat nafas segar harum tubuhmu
Kau tuturkan segala mimpi-mimpi
Serta harapanmu

Kau ingin ku menjadi
Yang terbaik bagimu
Patuhi perintahmu
Jauhkan godaan
Yang mungkin kulakukan
Dalam waktuku beranjak dewasa
Jangan sampai membuatku
Terbelenggu jatuh dan terinjak

Reff :
Tuhan tolonglah sampaikan
Sejuta sayangku untuknya
Ku terus berjanji
Tak kan khianati pintanya
Ayah dengarlah betapa sesungguhnya
Ku mencintaimu
Kan ku buktikan ku mampu penuhi maumu

Andaikan detik itu
Kan bergulir kembali
Kurindukan suasana
Basuh jiwaku
Membahagiakan aku
Yang haus akan kasih dan sayangmu
Tuk wujudkan segala sesuatu
Yang pernah terlewati

sempena father’s day..from ADA band
i wish i can be the best for him….

Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, maksudnya “Sebaik-baik rumah kaum muslimin ialah rumah yang ada anak yatim yang diasuh dengan baik dan sejahat-jahat rumah kaum muslimin adalah rumah yang ada anak yatim yang selalu diganggu dan disakiti hatinya.”

Riwayat Ibnu Majah
i) Penghormatan dan bantuan kepada anak yatim mestilah dijaga terutama mereka yang terdiri daripada keluarga yang susah kerana anak yatim begitu memerlukan perhatian yang sewajarnya dalam meneruskan kehidupan sebagaimana yang dirasai oleh anak-anak yang lain. Mereka begitu rindukan belaian kasih sayang dan juga keprihatinan semua pihak agar mereka turut gembira.

ii) Rasulullah s.a.w juga merupakan anak yatim di mana bapanya Abdullah meninggal ketika umurnya 2 bulan dalam kandungan. Manakala ibunya Aminah pula meninggal ketika baginda baru berumur 6 tahun iaitu ketika usia seseorang itu dahagakan kasih sayang seorang ibu. Datuknya Abdul Muttalib turut meninggalkan baginda ketika usia baginda 8 tahun.

iii) Allah turut menyebut bagaimana keadaan nabi dan bagaimana pula Allah membantu baginda sehingga menjadi pemimpin yang teragung. Firman Allah dalam ayat 6 - 11 surah ad-Duha yang bermaksud :

“Bukankah Dia yakni Allah mendapati engkau wahai Muhammad yatim piatu lalu Dia memberikan perlindungan. Di dapatiNya engkau mencari-cari jalan kebenaran lalu Dia memberikan petunjuk. Didapati-Nya engkau miskin lalu Dia memberikan kekayaan. Oleh itu, janganlah engkau mengasari anak yatim. Jangan engkau menengking orang yang meminta pertolongan. Maka hendaklah engkau menyebut-nyebut nikmat Tuhanmu sebagai tanda syukur kepadaNya.”

iv) Islam melarang umatnya daripada mengkhianati dan menghina anak yatim. Tetapi hendaklah memastikan agar hak mereka dalam memiliki harta, ilmu dan kasih sayang sentiasa terjaga. Pastikan mereka lahir sebagai anak yang soleh yang mampu membantu ibu atau bapa mereka yang telah meninggal dunia kerana sesungguhnya membiarkan mereka bererti kita telah mengkhianati agama dan menghina mereka bererti kita turut membenci Rasulullah s.a.w yang juga merupakan anak yatim piatu. Oleh itu bimbinglah mereka ke jalan yang diredhai Allah dan jauhilah mereka daripada jalan kesesatan. Allah telah memberi amaran melalui firman-Nya dalam ayat 1-2 surah al-Ma’un yang bermaksud : “Tahukah engkau tentang orang yang mendustakan agama. Dia ialah orang yang menindas serta berlaku zalim terhadap anak yatim !”

about 2 months ago…we had our childhood infection cycle…jadik pegi la kat spital no 23 kat sedmaya kvardeskaya…
tak jauh sangat..tapi takder la dekat..macam biase aku kompem paling lewat …kelas pukul .30..pukul 8 baru nak bangun..wahah

kelas tu belajar penyakit dak kecik..cam rubella..mumps…measles…etc..termasuk la chicken pox
(2 minggu pastu aku kene jangkit gak sbb aku tak pernah kene maser kecik,but that’s another story)
paperpun satu ari kitorang blajar la ttg chicken pox..so,profesor lyubov kramar(lyubov means love in
russian..mmg dier penyayang pun..hehe)cam biaser bawak la kitorang pegi tgk patient…

sbb spital tu spital infection jadik stiap patient akan lepak dalam ward yang diasingkan..
siap ader 2 lapis pintu lagik..kire takkan jangkit ngan orang lainla…patient yang kitorang tgk ialah sorang budak dalam 3 tahun gitu…
entah naper..aku prasan something with her..her eyes gave me strange feeling of pity towards her..
padahal dier sakit chicken pox jer..penyakit yang untuk budak2 tak sakit dan bahaya sangat(tapi kalo adults can lead to severe form la)
lepas kitorang cek2 budak tuh..tgk ader kaposi’s spot dalam throat dier…tgk2 dier nyer kulit..
budak tuh mmg baik la…kalo kat mesia mugkin takkan jumper dak kecik yang cooperative gitu kot..tapi tiap
kali aku tgk mata dier..mesti ader rasa sayu..tah naper…

so,after dah cek tuh..kitorang bincang la ngan prof ttg patient tuh..cakap2..baru tau yang kalo kat russia..
chicken pox ni di rawat kat umah jerk..lepas diagnos..bagi anvirus cam acyclovir..dan
untuk pustules tuh sapu ngan brilliant green dye..sometimes bagi antihistamine gak..

dok cakap2 tuh heran la plak naper dak tuh kene hospitalised…kalo dah ble rawat kat umah jer kan
so…baru la prof kramar cakap..dier tu orphan..kalo bagi balik..akan jangkit la dak2 lain kat orphanage tuh

bile dier gitau gitu baru la aku tahu..why i felt strange each time i looked into her eyes..
it’s because of her experience..

someone with parents may not notice this..we may take it for granted..but a child must be brought up with love
by both parents..one parent less is something…but not having both is a tremendous burden to a child..
to cope with the lack of love is heavy…and the weight of the burden are seen in their eyes..
even if they try to hide it…

it may sound absurd..but lots of my lecturers reiterate the fact that..a child must be loved even before they are
born..a birth must be expected with love and happiness from both parents..even the growing fetus can feel love long
before they are born…and there is no greater love than love of parents to their children…

how great it is if u still have ur parents to turn to and how (i dunno the perfect word) it is if
u lost one or both…

that reminds me how jamil(beautiful) dan kamil(perfect) islam is…islam specifically
instruct us to be polite to our parent”wabil walidaini ihsana-and to your parents,treat them with
gentleness(this is my own translation,if it’s wrong tell me k)and in any case never take an orphan’s
right(hakk)with cruelty and deceit..it’s means loving them and tending to their needs as much as we can..
islam had it all covered…and by keeping these two simple instructions..the circle of love in the society will
never be broken…how great islam is.subhanallah…

i can never forget the child’s eyes even if i will never meet her again..because
once u seen them..it will stick in ur mind..and i know i’ll meet others with the same eyes..
personally i have a plan(but that’s another story too..)

with that..i close my babling with a du’a.”ya allah..forgive our sins..and our parents’ sins
and love them like the had love us during our childhood…