Thank You, God

So I met an accident 2 days ago. Knocked by a ‘P’ driver.

Been having these hunches.
In my car, I was privileged to be giving our Singaporean friends a ride and we were heading back to my house for Life Group activities. Guess, we’re gonna be late. Jessie took them to my place so the night can continue on, while Jessie was kind enough to offer and accompanied me to lodge a police report.

“Do you realize that we are on key duties tonight?”
“The boys will manage fine.” And I hoped they do.

We reached the Traffic Police Department. Jessie prayed for me.

And I witnessed the wonders of prayer. The whole reporting procedure went exceptionally well, with 2 helpful night officers on duty. There was no unnecessary waiting and better still, no unnecessary payment need to be done. And even better still, the officer made me copies of my own report and my opponent’s report and gave them to me, FOC.

However, I face papers issues. I asked some of my brothers and sisters to pray for the papers needed for insurance claim. Some with an agent, some with brother in KL and my brother himself is in Sabah. These days I made a lot of phone calls and sent lots of texts.
Praise God, this morning I received the faxes of all documents needed for the car insurance claim and repair.
The next hurdle is negotiation at the workshop.

“Take Ruben and go!” my colleague was telling me to bring a guy along. And a black (black) Indian guy is supposedly to bring some sort of threat, in case any burly mechanics thought of bullying a lady.

I prayed. Oh yes, I upheld everything of this matter unto God’s hand.
We found the workshop after a while and everything went so smooooth. And I don’t have to pay a single cent or losing my NCD (No Claim Discount). My housemate commented that she needed to go to the Insurance head office to sign the claim forms, where as I settled it all in about half an hour.

I shall continue to pray for the repair work to be done in a jiffy and nicely.

And I pray the other young driver forgive me for bringing her to tears…

Medical science vs…

It had been awhile. Here goes
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“I wanna show you a case. Dr” and I began to tell my bosses her story.
“This housewife complaints of sound at her ears and constant movements of the jaw.” Like on cue, they took a glance at the seated lady and sure enough, her lower jaw was moving like mad, popping in and out, grinding left and right.

“It seems like she can pop her condyles out of the TMJ, and auto reduce them spontaneously. My impression is hypermobility of the condyles due to flattened articular eminence. It became a subconscious habit already.” (Sorry, people) They nodded a bit. I was glad my specialists didn’t disagree at my bold impression.

They need to know. “She… uhm, was under Psychiatry follow up. Not anymore now and not on any medications currently. She… uhm, described to me in Cantonese, what we scientifically called…” I wonder why my tone changed into whisper “… auditory hallucination.”

My bosses observed her quietly for a moment, before beginning to ask questions I asked her before.
“Can you actually consciously not move your jaw?” kindly asked. She stopped the frantic movements for a while. “See, you can,” boss said encouragingly.

Then comes the part that only I knew.
“I can’t, Dr. It’s hantu.” Quizzical looks and nearby heads turned.

She continued “I know because it’s my body. I’ve seen different psychiatrists and psychologists, given tonnes of medications. And I never got better. The doctors never found out what is exactly wrong. It’s hantu. It’s inside my head, drilling bad thoughts. Now it’s moving around my jaw causing such movements.”
Suddenly, a lot of people, curious staffs and officers gathered around to hear a story. Sympathy? I don’t think so. Kepochi more likely.
“Sometimes, the hantu goes to my mouth and made me say nasty things. Sometimes it made me twitch my eyes and wink at men.” She looks sane, honestly.

Here’s the line. She has an oral functional problem that needed our consultation and help. Pray God give us wisdom to be a competent clinician. And then, there is this underlying cause which she chalked up as being disturbed by non-scientific element. Question, as a clinician, do you buy her story? As a person with compassion, do you buy her story?

My specialist pondered for a while and later said “Madam, there is no medications for these frantic jaw movements. Except that you train yourself consciously not to move… And notice that you don’t move when you speak to me, when you concentrate on something. So maybe you would like to focus on a hobby ie, knitting, gardening, etc?”

We dealt with her for some 30 minutes. And specialist was scratching his head, wondering how to address the hantu issue. Soon, the patient was left with me. Again.

I once asked her, in cantonese. “Aunty, do you believe that medical problems can be dealt medically, and spiritual issues should be dealt spiritually?”

She said yes. We spoke a bit more. Suffice to say, I kinda believed her story.

Today, she (or the thing inside her) shouted at me. Real loud. And almost immediately, she toned down and apologized before she shouted at me again. Spectators love drama.

“Dr, please pray for me.” She requested.

After what felt like a long time, she finally walked out of the clinic. I think she barely made it out of the main door, when the staffs erupted into laughter…

I… don’t know la.