Medic Diary : Year 4 Week 3

Hello.

I'm now officially a 4th year medical student. It's never easy, but I thank God for all the luck and blessings.

I started my semester 7 rotations with Internal Medicine. Internal Med is a waaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiddddddd (wide) and broad field. From dengue, stroke, heart attack, lung infections, to hormone problems, joints, kidney/urinary tract, cancer etc. Just when I thought Internal Medicine in semester 7 will be the same as what we had back in Sem 6, *drums roll***

In Sem7, throughout the 6 weeks in IM, we are rotating in several departments - Dermatology (Skin), Rehabilitation and Geriatic Medicine (elderly), Radiology (imaging). I'd say that I wasn't very interested in IM until, I'm in these rotations.

My first posting was in dermatology (2 weeks). Well, it was fun in some ways, something new. Towards the end of the second week where I was slowly getting the hang of it, DEEENNNGGG, bye time's up you gotta leave for next posting. (That's how rush our syllabus is. I seriously think that we wasted too much time back in bukit jalil)

Currently in Rehabilitation and Geriatic Medicine. Again, something very new to us. And this is also what prompted me to start blogging today.

Rehabilitation, (or rehab), is a department where we try to restore someone to health or normal life by training and therapy after illness. I first thought I will never liked this posting, but thanks IMU for getting us a superrrr dedicated and inspiring specialist, who twisted my mind. This is always an underrated department. People don't usually see what this department contributed in helping a patient. But I assure you, every single doctor you see in this department, they are really (really) wanting to help. And not just doctors. I have learnt soooooo much from the patients here too.

Today I went into the clinic while Dr N was having a consultation with this 23 years old male. He is of the same age as I do. But he lost his left leg due to a motor vehicle accident last year. I looked at him, and I thought, "omg, he's so young. He lost a leg. Omg, he is same age as me. I couldn't imagine what i'd do if I'm in his place." etc...

But he doesn't seem to be depressed at all. From the consultation, I knew that he's already back working. And I was like, "shit, and I'm here, thinking that life has been so unfair to me."

I need to stop complaining minor things like that.

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In the ward, all I see were patients with motivations to be back up walking, or trying their very best to live as normal as possible. Patients there, some are recovering from stroke, some from trauma.

One 15 years old girl, she had this rare disease which affected her nerves and caused her to be paralysed waist down. Her bladder and bowel controls were affected too but she never gave up and she is still trying. I looked at her, my heart sank, and I don't know why should I be bothered by all the things I'm facing right now.

Why else would I be complaining?
My life is beautiful, all this while.