Nursing week started today, and for all it's worth waking up at 6am to NOT miss the bus was not pleasant at all. More so considering how I was sporadically waking up at 3-hour intervals the night before to make sure I REALLY DIDN'T MISS the damn bus.
For the record a batchmate missed the bus and took a cab to the place we're supposed to go--the cost: 120 friggin' bucks. See why I was so paranoid about missing the bus?
I found the journey to the hospital strangely enjoyable, though that was probably due to the company I had. That, and the initial excitement of having an outing. Needless to say walking around in a coat and a shirt at 37 degrees in a stuffy ward was not my cup of tea, but I guess that's something we had to get used to--all part and parcel of the job. At least that's what I told myself as I steam myself to death. On the plus side I absolutely adore the food in the cafeteria there--almost orgasmic, and the price was the metaphorical sex afterglow wtf. Good stuff.
Language was a major issue here; evidently english was the least important language when it came to dealing with the sickkies. Thank God for Malaysian education making malay a compulsory subject--I wouldn't have stood a chance taking the patients history otherwise. Having said that, I have really got to brush up on my chinese as well or I may have to pose as a malay doctor (in my defense my malay pwns most people's) to avoid having embarassing conversations with chinese-speaking patients.
Naturally we function as roadblocks in the wards as well, in fact I'm pretty surprised how the nurses did not scream at us for being plain useless and annoyingly curious. I myself did little to help but hey at least I got to perform a general inspection (under the surveillance of seniors, of course) and took a history from a patient which others did not nyahnyahnyahlazybums. All in all, pretty tiring but that wasn't something unexpected.
Another one tomorrow! Oh God I'm royally screwed. Another night gone.
